Heightened Description

I was just about to turn off the sink and close the top of the cold crisp water bottle my mother just asked me to fill. My short tiny legs could barely reach the handles of the sink so I pull up a stool to stand my self on. Closing it tight and just about to leap off the stool a flash before my own eyes had happened. A huge swipe of taking one wrong step lead to a bloody mess all over my clean pearly white bathroom. Frantically screaming all over the place like a chicken with its head cut off i dash to the living room where my mom currently was. Springing from her chair she rushed to my assistance and staring in complete awe. Signaling my older brother to dial 911 i felt the sensation of the thick blood run down my face and drip onto the floor. My mom pressed a warm moist wash cloth to the wound and sat me down. The world around me felt fuzzy and almost like I was on a merry-go-round. It felt like seconds but I heard the loud booming of the sirens pull into the drive way and the heard of EMT's pile into my living room. They slapped open the stretcher and raced me to St. Peters hospital, come to find out I had to get 20 stitches in my left eye had to stay over night in the hospital from smacking my head against the sink of my bathroom.