Note: the ER-series inspired me, but the ideas in this 'story' are mine. Don't steal them.
Second note: English is not my native language. But don't stop reading because of that:)
Bin's can be so interesting. Not when they're filled with cores and bubblegum, but with letters and that sort of stuff. Things people don't need anymore or want to hide. This is what I found in the bin of our favourite ER...
... and I LOVE REVIEWS!
o . O . o
I'll probably dump this in the nearest bin when I'm done. However, I need to clear my head.
So many people have been here. So many lives did end in this building, so many hearts have beated for the last time. But how many lives have started right here, lungs have filled themselves with fresh Chigago-air for the first time... I said it right, right? First death, but then life. That's what people want to hear: there actually is hope. Working here, you start to doubt that, sometimes.
The world thinks I'm the most perfect civilian, spending my life this way. Saving lives. They don't realise it's not some supernatural force that's cutting and healing, but a human being. That's too scary. Not only for them, I'm also kinda freaking out by the thought.
I wonder if there are any other spots on this planet with so many varied feelings. Such extreme emotions as you find in a hospital are quite rare. We make people happier than ever with the good news, but with the bad news we screw their lives. We just screw it.
Everywhere around me people are nagging. I understand, some of them are waiting for 6 hours now. But they're no emergencies. Not yet. I just tried to help a woman, who had had a serious accident with her car. We couldn't save her. I couldn't save her.
O, if it could be silent for only one minute, I would be happy. But I guess the noise, the stress, the pressure... I guess they make me feel at home.