My brother and I were standing in a white room where people were franticly running around. I looked at this man being wheeled by lying on a blood soaked bed. His
eyes were swelled shut and he was moaning in excruciating pain. I took a closer look and realized his skull was exposed. His scalp was completely off the side of his
head. Tears started coming when I thought about this poor man's family. How were the doctors going to tell his wife and kids what he looked like; or even worse, he
had died. I looked at my brother in horror and disbelief. He said in a dismayed voice, "Bubba, that's Dad!" We waited, for what seemed like an eternity, in the
waiting room. I was anxious to see my Dad so I kept going in and asking when we could see him. They said when he was cleaned up they would come and get us.
They brought out his clothes and his shoes were covered with a crimson color. My chest got heavy and I fought to breathe. My heart skipped a beat and my throat
started to hurt. I was sucking back my tears. I went back into this white, stale smelling room. I looked around and saw that everything was in its place, and not a
spec of dirt was on the floor. In a panic-stricken voice I asked about my father. The nurse with red, curly hair came out and said that we could see him now. My
mind raced as the nurse escorted us through the white room. Would he know who I was? Was he going to live? Silent tears rolled down my face. My lip was
quivering and my heart felt like it was letting out an unheard scream. I walked in the room and my Dad started in with his not so funny jokes. My Dad asked, "Hey,
do you guys want to see my head?" I tried to blend in with the background so he would not want me to come close. My brother answered in a confident squeal,
"Sure Dad." I was sitting in this room feeling like I was going to suffocate. I started thinking that I never tell my Dad that I love him
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