24th January 2000
Hornby Lighthouse Bay, Sydney, Australia
I dig my toes in the sand and soak up the warmth of the summer breeze. Itâ€™s 6 days until I go back to school and Iâ€™m dreading it. But for now Iâ€™m here.
I got up, running to the shore. The water lapped at my feet, making the sand swallow them up. I ran further into the ocean and looked back to Dad. He was talking to Mum, so I kept running. The water got up to my belly button. I turned back to Mum, but instead of a smile I saw a look of terror on her face.
Then, I was knocked of my feet tumbling through the water. It felt like I was in the clothes in the dryer. I opened my mouth to scream only to be greeted by a mouthful of water, choking me and filling my lungs. I couldnâ€™t feel the sand. I tried making my arms pull me up above the water, but I had no control over them. My arms just flailed.
I felt my shoulder crack as I was shoved into the sand. ...view middle of the document...
I reached her. Scooping her limp body in my arms I sprinted towards the shore, stumbling a few times because of the water. I laid her on the ground gently.
â€œIâ€™m calling an ambulance,â€ Kieu said, her hand frantically reaching into her handbag, grabbing her mobile cellular phone before punching in the numbers with shaking hands.
I started the CPR. I pushed her chest hoping to hear the spluttering of water telling me she was okay but heard nothing. Hot tears of panic were streaming down my face.
I didnâ€™t hear the ambulance until they took over, stealing her away from me. I followed them will my cloudy tear-filled vision. I was barely able to see anything, but I did see her body jolt as they put electricity into her tiny body. I heard a spluttering and my heart lifted with joy because there was a chance sheâ€™d be all right.
As we waited by her bed in the hospital, my headache was gradually getting strong due to the scent of harsh chemical infiltrating my nose. There was white everywhere, it was almost blinding and did nothing to help with the headache. I squeezed Kieuâ€™s hand, trying to make her more at ease. She flashed a tight smile at me. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, barely a smile at all.
It was worried out of my mind that they would tell us that she wouldnâ€™t be okay. That she had swallowed too much water and her lungs would not work as well anymore. Or, the waves had injured her and she would be stuck in a wheel chair, just like Lihn. Maybe they would tell me that she hit her head on the sand and suffered brain damage and would never be able to talk again.
The clunk of the heavy hospital door interrupted my paranoid babbling. My body relaxed in waves of relief when I saw her walk out. I felt my face drop when I saw her arm what looked like a long thick sleeves with some gaps in it and a strap. Sinking to my knees I hugged her tightly, making sure to keep away from the contraption on her arm.
â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with her?â€ I asked, my gaze landing on the doctor.
â€œShe dislocated her shoulder and sheâ€™ll need to wear the brace for several weeks.â€ She told me calmly, â€œbut other than that sheâ€™s fine.â€
I was so relieved. Although, a dislocated shoulder is terrible for her, at least it would heal.