Dark Memory (for a Poetry Contest)

Dark Memory

Being a child can be a wonderful time
But things can happen during this time that are not pleasant
Every child can have a dreadful memory that is horrifying to them
I have one such memory

To the reader, this may not seem so bad
But to the victim it is
At my grandfather's there were two children
My cousin and I

Driving on your own, on anything, can be a thrill for a child
On a 'Four Wheeler' we traveled to where transfer trailers were
In circles we went constantly
Driving and driving until one would be sick

When, suddenly, I was hit
On the corner of a transfer trailer
A bloody mark was left
Thus back to my grandfather's house it was

Rushing back we ran inside
Where facecloths soaked up blood
A child was scolded
And my father was called

Soon a drive to the hospital was required
Where I learned that waiting for a doctor can be tiresome
I waited as time seemed to slow to a stop and I inched closer to Death's door
Until, of course, I was called in

In I went where news was not good
The doctor said there was nothing he could do was it already to late for me?
Upon causing more bleeding he told us what to do
And with the doctors final words we left

Returning home I mysteriously felt better all drowsiness had left
Things quickly returned to normal
As day's passed and time went on
We all got over the ordeal except for me until the 'Four Wheeler' returned

But I still wonder was there anything the doctor could do?