你的生命是个奇迹（3）（2/2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
ost empty cash register containing one check and several pennies. Quickly she ran down each aisle shouting, “Mike, Mike！”
Just then the attendant appeared from the back of the store shouting, “Lady, get down on the floor. I’ve just been robbed and shot at.”
Sharon quickly dropped to the floor scre***ng, “Have you seen my boyfriend. He has auburn hair.” The man did not reply but went back to the cooler where he found me choking on my vomit. The attendant quickly cleaned my mouth and then called for the police and an ambulance.
Sharon was in shock. She was beginning to understand that I was hurt, but she could not begin to comprehend or imagine the severity2 of my injury.
When the police arrived they immediately called the homicide division as they did not think I would survive and the paramedic3 reported that she had never seen a person so severely wounded survive. At 1:30 a.m. my parents who lived in Houston, were awakened by a telephone call from Brackenridge Hospital advising them to come to Austin as soon as possible for they feared I would not make it through the night.
But I did make it through the night and early in the morning the neurosurgeon decided to operate. However, he quickly informed my f***ly and Sharon that my chances of surviving the surgery were only 40%. If this were not bad enough, the neurosurgeon further shocked my f***ly by telling them what life would be like for me if I beat the odds and survived. He said I probably would never walk, talk, or be able to understand even simple commands.
Just then the attendant appeared from the back of the store shouting, “Lady, get down on the floor. I’ve just been robbed and shot at.”
Sharon quickly dropped to the floor scre***ng, “Have you seen my boyfriend. He has auburn hair.” The man did not reply but went back to the cooler where he found me choking on my vomit. The attendant quickly cleaned my mouth and then called for the police and an ambulance.
Sharon was in shock. She was beginning to understand that I was hurt, but she could not begin to comprehend or imagine the severity2 of my injury.
When the police arrived they immediately called the homicide division as they did not think I would survive and the paramedic3 reported that she had never seen a person so severely wounded survive. At 1:30 a.m. my parents who lived in Houston, were awakened by a telephone call from Brackenridge Hospital advising them to come to Austin as soon as possible for they feared I would not make it through the night.
But I did make it through the night and early in the morning the neurosurgeon decided to operate. However, he quickly informed my f***ly and Sharon that my chances of surviving the surgery were only 40%. If this were not bad enough, the neurosurgeon further shocked my f***ly by telling them what life would be like for me if I beat the odds and survived. He said I probably would never walk, talk, or be able to understand even simple commands.