My mother, sister and I loaded my brother into the car. He felt like he had eaten a ton of bricks. The towels were hastily thrown into the car. Then the car door slammed shut and they dived into the hospital. The hospital is about 20 minutes away, 30 minutes with traffic. Since no one else went to the hospital with my mother, we just have to believe my brothers that my mother sped up. My mother said he suddenly came out of shock. He started screaming louder and tried to make sense of what was happening. When they arrived at the hospital they were rushed to a room. The nurses cut off his blood-soaked trousers. They threw his shirt in a bag to wash it. the whole time my mother was away with my brother, my brothers and I prayed and talked. We had never had anyone in our immediate family hurt so badly since my father's accident, when my sister was just born and I (the oldest) was just a baby. My great-grandmother and great-aunt were dead, but other than that I didn't experience much death. We knew he wasn't going to die, but at that moment it seemed like anything could