Worst Scare of my Life

It was actually a few weeks ago. I was in the store with my grandma when her brother, my uncle, called. He said that the hospital had just called him and my great gram had just went into code blue. My grandma hung up the phone and we left the store almost as soon as we'd gotten there. We rushed to the hospital across town where Gram was and we went in. At the front desk, the lady searched for Gram but couldn't come up with anything. They had told us on the phone that she'd been moved to the ICU, but it still said she was in her room. We were directed upstairs and down to her room and after many trials and errors, a counselor finally sat us down in the room next to her's and told us that Gram had died. She'd gone in for a gallbladder removal and she ended up not coming out. The worst part was waiting for everyone else to get to the hospital. We were quiet and my mom shot me dirty looks for some reason, as if she thought it was my fault or maybe she thought I shouldn't be crying. This is the scary kind of scary. This is real and the consequences are real. "That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."