Stay With Me

The hospital gate was opened as the siren sound blared torturously, resonating throughout the hospital. Patricia stood up abruptly, from where she was seating in the cubicle and rushed to get to the entrance door. The sound from the ambulance had always been a clarion call for Patricia and for people in her kind of job. As Patricia hastily walked towards the entrance door, two other ladies on blue scrubs followed her trail.Patricia is a twenty-four years old woman. She is of average height, she has a dark straight hair which was always tied into a ponytail behind her head. She is light skinned, with chubby cheeks. She loved her job, not just because of the pay alone, but she had compassion on people, that compassion spurred her to go extra miles for her patients. She was a nurse in the federal teaching hospital.“The victim is a teenage male” Nne, one of the ladies on blue scrubs that followed Patricia mouthed as she tried to catch up with Patricia, who wa

“You are right, sorry for prying” Morris shrugged in response,“Give us a second Mr Morris” Dave stood up from his chair, having a pout on his face, “Patricia can I see you?” he asked, throwing an irritated look towards her, then he walked to the door, opened it, and walked outside.“please excuse me” Patricia said with a slight bow and scurried behind Dave.Morris just shrugged, as he was left alone in the Dave’s office. All he could think of was his son who was now said to have Amnesia. Was it total or partial? Would his be able to recognize him even tho things weren't rosy between them? He heaved a sigh as he buried his face in between his palm. Dave stood at the corridor, as Patricia walked up to him. “what did you think you are doing Patricia?” he asked her with a death glare. If looks could kill, Patricia would definitely have been six feet under by then. “I don’t understand sir, doing what?” she asked with an innocent but confused look,

“what I’m I doing here?” the teenager was hyperventilating, with black look on his face. Doctor Dave stood beside the teenager; he had a dumbfounded look on his face. Nurse Nne was there too. She tried to inject the teenager with anesthesia“what are you injecting him with?” Patricia walked to Nne, and held her hands, stopping her from injecting the teenager.Dave gave Patricia a glowering look, but Patricia ignored him.“what is wrong with him?” Morris had a taut in his voice“I came to check on him, he was still sleeping, then I touched his arm, trying to check his pulse, then he woke, and started screaming, we’ve been trying to calm him down”Morris made an effort to move towards his son, but as he approached, his son became more scared, and drew back.Patricia noticed “stop” she told Morris, then she walked towards the boy“mom! Please help me” the boy called out, with a beatific expression on his face. There was

At the cafeteria Morris and Patricia sat, taking a snack. They both faced each other, some other people were also seated in the cafeteria having a snack-break.“how is work today?” Morris said with a muffled gob, from the snack he had“work is fine, a little hiccups, but then it’s part of the job I signed up for, so it’s all good” Patricia tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear.“I’ve watched you closely with Doctor Dave, you two are always on each other’s nerves, not will to surrender to the other”“hearing his name alone, makes me want to shove a pole up his ass” Patricia jerked her already tight fist up. Damn that Doc always looking for the most annoying bones to pick. “why is it that way?” Morris asked, his voice laced with more curiosity. “it’s what we all go through in the medical field, the doctors always feel they are superior to other professions, so they feel they can boss us around, and expect utter reverence from us

 It was ten-twenty-five AM, when Priscilla walked into Christopher’s room, he was lying on the bed, it had white sheets on, the bed squeaked, as Christopher tried to seat up.“your here early” Christopher was amused“yes I am” Priscilla smiled, then walked close to Christopher and held his hand, “as days turn to years, so many people come flooding into your life, each giving you a piece of what life is about, they all have a specific time-frame to be in your life, and once that time has elapsed, they leave, but the question is not how long a person stays in your life, what really matters is what was he/she able to do, while the stopwatch they had in your life ticked, that’s all that matters eventually, those little favors that a person does to another, they are the tires that keep life moving. The little time I have in your life, though it’s ticking out, I don’t know how long I have left, I want to make