“Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat.” I thought as I saw a little bump in my grandma’s ECG chart through my peripheral vision.

I stood there in shock. I couldn’t even think.

My body screamed at me! I have to try and save her.

Before this happened my grandma’s been spending more and more time in the hospital, now only being kept alive through the tubes and wires that the hospital has set her up with. The rest of my family including my parents, my aunt, and my uncle, didn’t care about her. They had just used her for her money. Ever since I was young they’d only go to her to complain about how they needed more money in their accounts. I was different, since the rest of my family was focused on money and more importantly how they were going to spend the money. My grandparents ended up taking care of me. They were the only ones who had cared for me, the ones who took me to school, made me snacks when I got home, and asked me how my day was. Even though they were undeniably the busiest people in the family. I cared for them and they cared for me.

Today was the day that the hospital was taking my grandma off life support. The rest of my family was happy, just the thought of money signs headed to them as my grandma’s will finally gets executed made them almost giddy, kid like. On the other hand, walking up to the hospital doors I felt my heart hit my feet. The last person who cared about me was going to die. Step by step floor by floor. The dread I felt only grew, forming an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
Seeing my Grandma laying down with a machine powered heartbeat almost killed me. My heart seized up, hands sweating nervously. Despite these feelings I powered through so I could try and say my final goodbye to my grandma. So I did exactly that, I gave her one last big hug just like the ones she’d give me on the first days of school. After the hug ended and I got up, me and my family left as the nurses un-plugged her. A distinct beeeeeeeep rang through my ears as the ECG chart went flat and her heart stopped beating.

Right before I turned the corner in the hallway something caught my eye. I could have sworn I saw a small bump on her ECG chart. I ran as fast as I could to her and put my ear to her chest. I thought to myself “Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat.” So I ran over and started doing CPR out of desperation. Scared to lose her. Seconds later, I was pushed out of the way and the Nurses took over.

My grandma ended up getting sent to the ICU, surviving her heart stopping. After 2 weeks there she eventually got well enough to be put in general care. There I told her everything about what my parents, Aunts, and Uncles did. Disgust shot through her face. Her initial smile from seeing me wore off and morphed into a wounded look. She has never forgiven the rest of my family since that day.