Author's Notes: I wrote a first, and very poor, draft of this story years ago when I was just 15. Now, a little older and currently working my way through old videotapes, I have again become attached the idea. So, older and I hope wiser, here goes with the revised version. As usual, I own nothing.
Prologue
A long and draining day is drawing to a close, when a man enters the department. He's seeking his son, being treated in the department. The man enters trauma 2, and after a short confrontation, there are several gunshots. Glass shatters, people scream and when the echo of the final gunshot dies down, a doctor lies dead, a bullet in his chest and his blood on the floor.
These are the facts. The events which precede this story. The events which prove that even when the world tumbles around your ears, you've got to stay standing, even if it's the hardest thing to do.
Prologue
A long and draining day is drawing to a close, when a man enters the department. He's seeking his son, being treated in the department. The man enters trauma 2, and after a short confrontation, there are several gunshots. Glass shatters, people scream and when the echo of the final gunshot dies down, a doctor lies dead, a bullet in his chest and his blood on the floor.
These are the facts. The events which precede this story. The events which prove that even when the world tumbles around your ears, you've got to stay standing, even if it's the hardest thing to do.