Last installment. R&R.
Ain't No One To Hear You Cry Out Here In The Black
Simon
We all die. It's a fact of life. Death follows life, like night follows day. But to us, it's not enough to simply know that people die, we need a reason. As if knowing would satisfy us, or having it explained to us makes us feel better about ourselves, knowing we couldn't have prevented it.
As a doctor, when your patient dies, you know why, but it doesn't make you feel better. Because the answer is always the same: you.
Doctors are not divine beings with infinite knowledge. When they die, you not only have to face their mortality, but also your own. You make one small mistake and it can cost a life, that's what makes human life so precious and fragile. I never realised how true that is until we lost Wash and Shepherd Book, until I saw those children...Shepherd was still breathing, but I didn't get there in time.
Failure like that brings you to your knees, asking God why, a God who I'm not even sure is listening. As Captain Reynolds would say, ain't no one to hear you cry out here in the black.