ER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, NOR DO THE CHARACTERS FEATURED IN THIS STORY.
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I SHOULD BE THERE
He gazed across the unusually desolate street, the uneasy silence made his thoughts more intense, more vivid. It seemed like everything had changed, somehow morphed into something else in his head, but only in his head. In reality, everything was the same. The same for them. Though not for him.
The bitter night's air bit at his uncovered flesh, while he lifted his jacket collar further up to protect himself further from the cold's grasp. He breathed heavily, trying to keep himself warm.
Yet, he still stood, staring into the night over the wide stretch of road, just metres away, yet seeming like an eternity away. He felt angry. Dislike. Contempt. Hatred. Admiration.
He sighed heavily, and shook his head, as his resentment grew stronger. He inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, numb from the murderous clutches of winter. His resentment for HER. It was all HER fault. She spoiled everything. His life was in ruins because of HER.
'Selfish bitch,' he mumbled deeply to himself. Things could have been different, if only he had been given the chance. She changed his life forever, SHE messed it up. He wasn't to blame. HE hadn't done anything wrong. HE didn't deserve that treatment. He was invincible, exempt from the rules.
He clung on to those thoughts deeply, his head aching from the severe cold. He shuffled his feet in the snow trying and regain their feeling. Through the sharp air he heard the distant wailing of an ambulance siren, the crescendo of sound was soon followed by the fast moving rig emerging from the dark edge of the city, drawing up closer along the road, now the nucleus of activity.
The rig screeched on the stretch of wet, slippery tarmac in front of him. The lights flashed furiously on the ambulance, reflecting vividly but distorted on the water-doused road. Distorted like his emotions. He watched intently. The excitement. The tension. The fast pace. It should be him. He should be there. He should be there helping.
He felt a lump grow in his throat. He never knew it would be like this. He never believed he could ever care so passionately. But he did. He truly did. But he had found it out too late. The hard way. His eyes now began to fill with tears, partially brought on by the cold he thought, but he knew what the real tears were for.
He had blown it. Blown it for good. It WAS his fault. He knew that. If only he had been different. He would still be there. He was jealous now, as he watched the doctors and nurses take the dependant patient into the ER. He stared at each one, wondering who it was that took his old job. HIS job. He should still be there.
He wished he could just walk back into the ER, like he had never left. He knew they wouldn't have missed him, why would they. They never liked him. He was a nuisance, a mere annoyance in their everyday lives.
But he longed just to stroll back into the lounge to escape the madness of the ER, take a nap when he wasn't supposed to. In his head he would do just that. He would return like nothing had happened. He would gaze at his locker. MALUCCI. It was HIS. And he belonged there. That was where he should be.
'Daddy,' trembled a small voice, shivering with cold. 'Can we go home now?'
END
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I SHOULD BE THERE
He gazed across the unusually desolate street, the uneasy silence made his thoughts more intense, more vivid. It seemed like everything had changed, somehow morphed into something else in his head, but only in his head. In reality, everything was the same. The same for them. Though not for him.
The bitter night's air bit at his uncovered flesh, while he lifted his jacket collar further up to protect himself further from the cold's grasp. He breathed heavily, trying to keep himself warm.
Yet, he still stood, staring into the night over the wide stretch of road, just metres away, yet seeming like an eternity away. He felt angry. Dislike. Contempt. Hatred. Admiration.
He sighed heavily, and shook his head, as his resentment grew stronger. He inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, numb from the murderous clutches of winter. His resentment for HER. It was all HER fault. She spoiled everything. His life was in ruins because of HER.
'Selfish bitch,' he mumbled deeply to himself. Things could have been different, if only he had been given the chance. She changed his life forever, SHE messed it up. He wasn't to blame. HE hadn't done anything wrong. HE didn't deserve that treatment. He was invincible, exempt from the rules.
He clung on to those thoughts deeply, his head aching from the severe cold. He shuffled his feet in the snow trying and regain their feeling. Through the sharp air he heard the distant wailing of an ambulance siren, the crescendo of sound was soon followed by the fast moving rig emerging from the dark edge of the city, drawing up closer along the road, now the nucleus of activity.
The rig screeched on the stretch of wet, slippery tarmac in front of him. The lights flashed furiously on the ambulance, reflecting vividly but distorted on the water-doused road. Distorted like his emotions. He watched intently. The excitement. The tension. The fast pace. It should be him. He should be there. He should be there helping.
He felt a lump grow in his throat. He never knew it would be like this. He never believed he could ever care so passionately. But he did. He truly did. But he had found it out too late. The hard way. His eyes now began to fill with tears, partially brought on by the cold he thought, but he knew what the real tears were for.
He had blown it. Blown it for good. It WAS his fault. He knew that. If only he had been different. He would still be there. He was jealous now, as he watched the doctors and nurses take the dependant patient into the ER. He stared at each one, wondering who it was that took his old job. HIS job. He should still be there.
He wished he could just walk back into the ER, like he had never left. He knew they wouldn't have missed him, why would they. They never liked him. He was a nuisance, a mere annoyance in their everyday lives.
But he longed just to stroll back into the lounge to escape the madness of the ER, take a nap when he wasn't supposed to. In his head he would do just that. He would return like nothing had happened. He would gaze at his locker. MALUCCI. It was HIS. And he belonged there. That was where he should be.
'Daddy,' trembled a small voice, shivering with cold. 'Can we go home now?'
END
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