Will Anyone Help

The nurse asked the doctor softly, "Is she going to die?" I strained to hear the words, but the sadness in my heart told me everything I needed to know as I looked down at my own lifeless body. A mere six hours before, I was an ordinary high school student, hurrying to make it to school on time. However, my idiotic brother Charly was hogging the bathroom. I'm convinced that he has a crush on the woman who lives across the street that you can see from the bathroom window. A quick decision "I'm done with this," I told myself as I made my way towards the front door. Just before I left, my mom reminded me to stay safe and go straight home after school. Since losing our father to cancer nine years ago, my brother and I have been subject to our mother's overprotective tendencies. As I strolled down the street, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me. "Yo," my best friend Cody said. Startled, I turned around and exclaimed, "Dang it, Cody! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” The freezing weather outside was bad enough, but it was about to get worse for me. Out of nowhere, I felt a sudden push and then excruciating pain. As I heard my friend Cody's panicked cries, everything went silent. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted by something big and black. It was all a blur, but I believe a car had hit me. As I lay in the hospital, I could hear my mom crying beside me. I tried to open my eyes, but the pain was unbearable and made me want to cry. Suddenly, the pain dissipated, and I opened my eyes to find myself outside my body. A feeling of panic washed over me as I realized I might be dead. My attempts to scream for help went unnoticed, intensifying my fear. With no other options, I resorted to yelling, "Is anyone there?" After what felt like an eternity, a voice finally responded. "Please stop yelling, it hurts my ears," it said. I was relieved to hear a response, but I couldn't identify the speaker. "Who are you?" I asked. There was a brief silence before the voice said, "My name is Mason, and I'm the one who brought you to the hospital." As I slowly came to, my mind was racing with questions. Where was I? What was happening? How long had I been out? The words tumbled out of my mouth, but before I could process anything, the darkness came over me again, and the pain returned. When I opened my eyes next, I was in a bright, sterile room with white walls and white scaling. My mother was leaning over the bed, her face buried in the sheets. I tried to speak, but the pain in my throat was too much, so I moved my hand instead. My mom woke up with a start. "Oh my God, you're awake!" she exclaimed. "I was so worried you weren't going to make it."