One Mistake
I buried my face in my hands. I had to hide it from everything and everyone, and keep whatever I was feeling to myself.
It was just a stupid mistake. I should have seen it coming.
Everyone would remember. No one would remember the elderly woman I helped, or the girl, that boy everyone thought would be paralysed, the woman and her baby, the man with cancer, my station or even my goddamn name.
Who am I to make so grievous an error? I'm just a foreigner (backward, you know?), a drunken man-whore, someone on the outside looking in. Would I were the golden boy...
No. I can't blame anyone but myself. Not the other staff. Not God. No, He didn't put the tube in the patient's stomach. Not Susan. Just me.
But it was just a mistake. Just one.
One. Stupid. Mistake.