*A Day to Remember

A Day to Remember

 

            “Man, Luke. You eat like a pig!” said Casey.

          “Sorry,” I said, looking down at the four empty pudding cups I had eaten within two minutes. Like any normal day in Sedona, Arizona, it was sweltering hot. However, the weather did not affect my friend, Casey, or me. We thought it would be a good day to take a walk around the Grand Canyon. I’ve lived in Arizona my entire life and Casey moved here five years ago in sixth grade. We’ve been best buddies ever since.

          We were taking a short break after walking for 45 minutes around the Grand Canyon, when suddenly a chill ran down my spine and I felt as if something horrible had just happened. Then, Casey and I both heard an ear-piercing scream followed by a dog barking loudly. Frantically, Casey and I ran to see where the noise came from. A big Dalmatian appeared in front of us, which was barking very fiercely.  We both skidded to a stop, trying to not run into the dog. Then it started running away from us.

          “Maybe it wants us to follow him,” said Casey.

          “I guess so,” I said. “It sounded like the same bark that followed the scream we heard.” Needing no more reason to follow the dog, we chased after him and came to a broken off part of a cliff. Casey peered down over the edge, and then looked up at me with terrified eyes. I also looked and saw a girl far down into the canyon, tangled in a tree. She looked to be unconscious.

Casey was scared stiff, but I knew I had to act fast, so I grabbed Casey and dragged him down a trail that would lead us to the girl. I sprinted the entire way down, even though my legs were aching and I was out of breath.

          Once we got to the girl, I saw that she had lost a lot of blood from the accident. Her long blonde hair was tangled through the branches making it difficult to get her out of the tree. Casey stood there as white as snow. I swear he wasn’t even breathing.

          “Let’s go!” I yelled at him. Casey didn’t budge. “She will die if we don’t help!” That seemed to snap him back into reality. While I held her feet and Casey held her head, we carried her out of the canyon and all the way to Casey’s car. I tried to calm myself by breathing deeply, but it was no use. I was way too scared.

          Now that Casey had strapped the girl safely in the back of his car, I ran to driver’s side, hopped in, and hit the gas peddle to the floor.  Luckily, the nearest hospital was only about six miles away. And we got there in four minutes.

 When we got to the emergency section of the building, I parked right in front of the entrance. I ran around to the back of the car to get the girl, and Casey ran inside to get a doctor. As soon as I had the girl securely in my arms, I ran to the doors of the hospital. Once inside, I felt a burst of cool air from the waiting room. It seemed to calm my senses and bring my adrenalin back to a normal level. Right away, a doctor took the girl from my arms and put her on a nearby stretcher. Then she disappeared through the big swinging doors to the examination room. The only thing to do now was to wait.

After about ten minutes, the doctor who was taking care of the girl said that she was in a deep coma and might not recover. He then left without another word. I was speechless and couldn’t move, but I forced the bad thoughts away from my head. The nurses were asking me lots of questions, but I didn’t have any answers for them. Then the Dalmatian from the canyon came through the hospital doors. Relieved, I looked at the dog’s tag and it said his name was Einstein.  I also called the number that was on the tag and a man with a deep voice answered.

“Hello?” asked the man on the other side. I proceeded to tell him everything that had occurred. The man happened to be the girl’s father. We also found out the girl’s name was Corey. He then said that he would arrive as soon as he could. A few minutes later, Corey’s dad reached the waiting room. He gave all the information about Corey to the nurses. He could not have been more grateful to us for what we had done. Casey and I felt like heroes.

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After a long week of waiting and worrying had passed, I received a phone call from Corey’s dad about Corey. I went to get Casey and we drove down to the hospital as fast as we could. When we got to Corey’s room we saw she was awake in the hospital bed. I could faintly hear the doctor talking to her dad.

“It’s a miracle,” whispered the doctor. “I’ve never seen anyone come out of such a deep coma so fast before. It’s amazing!”

I turned towards Corey and all three of us started talking. She would never stop thanking us about saving her life. Casey’s cheeks turned bright red whenever she said thank you. As we continued to talk, I was sure that we would become great friends.