Hey y'all! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. This semester was ridiculously stressful, but I survived- so here I am. This isn't my favorite drabble, but I figured I'd share it anyways! I was trying something a bit different with the style of this, and while it isn't perfect it was a nice challenge to try something a bit different.
Musing #3: Warmth
The floor is so cold; my cheek feels frozen resting on the bathroom tile. The banging on my door could be heard throughout the entire apartment.
The floor is so cold. I felt my body curl into a ball. I bet she felt colder. I shouldn't complain. I don't deserve to complain.
Body heat. The warmth of blood. As a medic, I know those sensations. With my hands holding other's lives, they know human warmth well.
The floor is so cold. Just like I'm sure she is now. Her once warm blood is now dried and cracking. I never changed out of my scrubs.
The banging on the door is now accompanied by Naruto's yells. I don't move; I don't deserve the warmth of his comfort.
Medic. Doctor. Healer. Savior. These are titles some people refer to me as, but no. I failed. The look on Lee's face proved that. I know he blames me. It's my job to save people, but no. I failed.
Tenten's funeral was today. I didn't go. I didn't deserve to go. The floor is so cold.