I woke up with 6 eyes staring right into my soul. Looking down upon my white pale face. My eyes staring up at the dirty white ceiling wondering what happened. I lift my head up to see my uncle and mom crying, holding hands and saying everything will be okay to each other multiple times. I see a lady smash an oxygen mask over my face trying to make sure i was breathing in the extra oxygen coming in from the tube.

“Can you breath honey?” one of the nurses said

I couldn't answer her. I was in shock still. Not sure what was going on at that moment. I start messing with the oxygen mask. I didn't like how it felt up my nose and over my face. I started to tug on it and try to get it off my face.

“Victoria you need to keep this on,” the nurses said.

“I don't like it at all.”

“Please keep it on.”

I wouldn’t.

I threw the mask off myself into the nurses emergency cart. I sat up really quick wanting to leave the hospital room. I felt claustrophobic and antsy. I looked at my mom and she grabbed my hand right away. She was listening to the nurses opinions on what we should do. I start searching the room for my dad. He was standing up against the television wall with his arms crossed with a tough grin on. I knew he was disappointed with me.
I've recently been passing out from dehydration and loss of sugar and electrolytes. I have been reminded by my dad everyday to eat something with sugar or keep drinking gatorade and water so i wouldn't pass out. That day i was going to visit my uncle and grandma, who were both at the same hospital at the same time. I didn't have breakfast or hydrate myself at all during the day so i felt a little tired when picking up flowers for my family members.

I went to go visit my grandma first because she didn’t know my uncle was in the hospital too and we didn’t want to worry her. I have always hated hospitals. They give me anxiety. Whenever i walk in I usually see the machines and sick people i instantly hold my breath and want to run outside. I usually refuse to go in hospitals when one of my family members are there but this time i felt bad because both my uncle and grandma were there.
I walked down the hall to find my grandmas room. I heard some old man start screaming from his room for a nurse. He was having pain in his back like my uncle. I peaked into the room and saw the man's face. Droopy eyelids opened with bright green eyes staring right through me. I knew it was wrong to look in his room but i was just so curious. When the nurses started putting all the tubes and machines on the man, i started to get dizzy. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. His mouth started to open and and his teeth grinded on each other. I started to see spit flying out of his mouth onto the nurses gloves. I stood there for a while not realizing i was still standing there until a nurse shook me.

“Excuse me i have to ask you to leave,” the nurse said as she’s pushing me out the door and slams it in my face.

I finally get to my grandmas room and see that the rest of my family beat me there. I grab the flowers and hand them to my grandma hoping she would like them. I could tell she tried to give me a half smile but she was in so much pain i couldn’t bare to stay in the room anymore. I grabbed the other flowers and headed up towards my uncle's room with my mom and dad. I stepped into his room witnessing him struggling to get out of his bed. I ran over to grab his hand to make sure he wouldn’t fall. My uncle has had a tumor in his back for over a year. I can see the pain rushing up his spine and making him lose his balance. I hated to see him like this. Anyone like this. I skimmed the room and saw at least 6 different machines lined up next to his bed. I felt a hot rushing pain crawl up my throat. I hated hospitals. I hated the fact that my family was sick and they were stuck in this tiny suffocating room until they got better.

My parents eventually came and helped my uncle back into bed. We all sat down on a skinny, red unfortable couch hidden in the corner of his room. For some reason i felt really tired. I had to keep pinching myself to make sure i would stay awake while my uncle was talking. As my parents and uncle were talking i was trying to focus on the Blackhawks game on his tv. I started to feel sweat run down my cheek and hit the side of my mouth. My eyes were making objects blurrier than they were suppose to. I kept blinking really fast to make my vision clear again. I didn't quite know what was happening. I just thought this was normal since i was tired.  But it wasn’t. I felt my eyes roll back into my head making my site of vision pitch black. That’s all i could remember from there.
I don't feel any pain when i pass out. I usually don't even remember passing out. It's all a blur.

Once the nurses got me settled in my own room, i thought i was going to pass out again. The air in the room seemed like it was trying to escape my nose. Multiple nurses kept putting stickers all over my body and others were drawing my blood. I'm deathly afraid of needles so this was probably the most terrifying moment of my life.
I specifically watched one nurse. He seemed like he was just starting real, physical medical situations in his internship. He was young and somewhat handsome but I wasn’t quite sure what to think about him. I kept thinking, why him? Or why does he have to work on me? Or Is he going to do something completely wrong and make me even more sick? I started to get squirmy around him. I saw he was getting a little nervous too because i wasn't cooperating with him. He quickly after grabbed a needle and told me to calm down.

“Victoria lay back and let me finish the shot.”

I wouldn’t dare follow his demand.

“Victoria! You won’t get better!”

I freaked out. It felt like i was held captive in a tiny medical room in a scary movie. I jumped out of bed while holding my head. I still wasn't fully hydrated at that time because the nurses didn’t finish all their tests. I ran down to the waiting room where my dad was suppose to be sitting. He wasn’t there. I ran up to my grandmas room. She was released from the hospital. I finally gave up and headed to my room again. My head was spinning. I looked down at my feet for a second to see they were swaying back and forth. I dropped to my knees.

Tears dripping down my cheeks. I hated the whole situation. I hated hospitals. I hated passing out.

The young gentlemen nurse found me on the ground and helped me walk back to my room. I started apologizing to him.

“I didn’t mean to run off, i just don’t like being alone in situations like these. I may be 15 years old but i get scared of all these medical situations.”

“I understand,” said the nurse “Lets just get you back to your room.”

I walked behind the nurse. I was pretty embarrassed to show my face around anyone basically. I felt my cheeks become hotter than before. I knew i made a scene in front of the whole hospital. Every single patient on the floor was probably even talking about my stupid little scene. I hated hospitals. That whole day was a complete disaster. I dont think it could have gotten any worse. I ended up taking more tests to see if there was something seriously wrong with me but i was fine.

This whole experience was a big life lesson overall. Even though this was a very small situation in my life it gave off a huge impact. I realized that my health is very important and i need to watch it as much as i can by eating healthy, getting all the hydration and nutrients i need. Also, staying active and fit helps keep my health stable. After this incident i realized my family is very important too. I am the type of person that really isnt quite close with my aunts or uncles just my younger cousins. When i passed out i realized that the adults in my family really care about me and are there for me. When i was getting the tests done everyone showed up to be by my side when i needed them. Even though this situation was somewhat terrifying but a little embarrassing i still learned a lot from it. It was a somewhat life lesson experience.