ramifications (frankel/karl)
May 2, 2020 2:38:14 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on May 2, 2020 2:38:14 GMT -5
N I N A ♥ H A R T
"World is covered by our trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies"
I had never lost a patient before. I always knew that one day I would, that it was part of the job. The thought was always buried in the back of my mind, there but out of reach. I always thought that I would be a doctor by the time I did, that I would somehow be a lot older than I am now. It never really occurred to me that I would lose a patient so soon, so young. But it should have. I sat on a bench a few blocks away from the hospital, face buried in my shaking hands. The girl had only been young, a couple years older than myself. She had dark hair, and sun kissed skin. She had been in a critical condition when she arrived, unconscious and bleeding heavily. I remember the blood, I think I always will, the crimson liquid had drench her shirt, which soon ad drenched mine.
She had been a victim of the explosions.
Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
We didn't yet know her name, no one having stepped forward and asking abut a girl who matched her description. What if no one did? What if this girl had died without a family, what if no one came forward to identify her? Would she die nameless? Unknown? The thought made me feel cold to the bone. It broke my heart to think that this girl had died and no one had cared about her enough to know, to realise that she was no longer around. I pull my long legs up towards my chest and wrap my arms around them, resting my chin on my knees. Darkness cloaked me, cloaked the district. Not a sound could be heard. It was dead quiet. I wasn't supposed to be out of my home. The district was in lock down and the only places I was allowed to be were home and the hospital. But after my shift I found that my feet didn't carry my home. I didn't want to be at home, I didn't want my father to coddle me and tell me everything was alright. That I had done a good job today and that I will be okay.
Because right now- I wasn't okay.
I was hurting. I didn't know how to deal with his, and I didn't want him tell me how I should deal with it. I wanted- needed- to figure it out on my own.
"I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child"