Guys,
Today I was scheduled to work 12 - 6. I got in at 11:20ish, and began working. At 12:15ish, my mother called my work, and asked me if I would be able to come home early if I needed to. I said yes. At 12:30, my father showed up at my work and picked me up.
Let me start at the beginning. At 10:00 this morning, I woke up, and got dress. At 10:36, I walked into the kitchen. The sounds of my little sisters, Jane and Clara, came from the livingroom. I knew Jane had stayed home because she was sick. At 3:00am, I was still awake on the main floor of the house, and Jane had came down, coughing. This is Jane's first year of school.
At 10:36, I talked to my mother who said that Jane stayed home because she had been coughing all night, and her nose kept bleeding. At some point between that time and 10:50, Jane had walked through the room at various points. I noticed she had dried blood at the corners of her mouth, and I honestly and stupidly didn't think much of it, because her nose had been bleeding, and she had been coughing, and I guess I just chalked it up to that.
So, 10:50 rolls around, and I am heading out the door. Clara is on the floor of the livingroom crying because, as kids tend to do, Jane and her had argued. Jane was in a different room, ignoring Clara. So I tried to calm Clara down, hurriedly, since I was already late. Jane came running in the room, when she heard I was leaving to give me a hug and kiss goodbye, and I acted indifferently towards her because I was upset with her for hurting her sister. 10:52 and I am putting my bike away because I can't ride today because of rain.
Last night, I'll say around 9:00pmish, Jane had got out of the shower, and came into the computer room where my mom and I were, crying. She had a bruise on her back. She had "I have a boo boo and I am going to die because I have a boo boo on my back"
So, 12:15 my mother calls me at work and says "Something is wrong with Jane. Can you come home? You dad is on the way to come take her to the hospital, and he will pick you up."
My father arrives at 12:30, and I clock out, tell my coworker what I was doing, and what needs to be done, and head out the door. In the car, my father informs me that my mother said my sister has bruises all over her body and won't stop bleeding. They are taking her to the hospital.
At 12:47, we arrive at my house, and Jane comes running out the door to greet us. Jane has always been a bit freckled, but standing on the porch with her, I noticed she was covered in what looked like freckles, except red. They were all over her face. Smiling, and acting very upbeat, and silly, like a child, she says "Something is wrong with me." She said it as casually as someone would say "The sky is blue." We walked into the house, where my mother told us more about what was going on. When Jane got up this morning, she had a few bruises. Over the course of the day, red marks showed up on her body, like she had hit something. Just red marks, like when you bump into a door or something. In seconds the marks turned from red to blue. My mother showed us some of her bruises. She is covered in them. And the little red freckles.
At 12:52, both my parents left to take her to the hospital. At 1:42, I recieved a text that Jane had puked up blood with one the way there. My parents, and Jane are currently at the hospital in the waiting room, waiting to be seen. It is now 1:46pm.
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