Grampa Scared Me

I've taken the drive to Sacred Heart Medical Center with my father. Twice. The first time, my life was at stake. But the second time, was what nearly killed me. I was told my Grampa wrecked his motorcycle. That he was Life Flighted to the hospital. My Grampa. My best friend. My favorite person. He's in the trauma unit. Nobody is saying much. He's been sedated. After three hours of waiting, I can finally see him. He's awake. He has a badly injured leg and all sorts of tubes and wires in him, but he's going to be okay. He'll stick around for a little longer. As I go home, I'm exhausted from the worry. And hope to God that I never have to make te drive to Sacred Heart Medical Center ever again.