Preciously:
"Malucci, woman looking for you."
He ran out. And stopped next to the woman who was drumming her fingers at the admin desk. Choking back tears, he wrapped his arms around her, and she hugged him back.
"Oh my God. It's been so long."
"Yeah. Mum. I missed you. Lets go to the café next door."
"Okay."
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"...and i guess that's pretty much my job."
"Oh...Dave..."
"So mum..."Dave fished for words, trying to think of the best way to say this. "um...how's dad?"
His mum looked at him silently.
"I'm sorry...maybe i shouldn't have..."
"no...you were right to ask. He comes home drunk all the time, but he never comes back until 1 or 2 in the morning, so i guess it doesnt matter.:"
"does he still..."
"No, he doesn't hit me"
He could tell by the way her eyes cast downwards as she said that that she was lying.
"How about you move in with me?"
"No. We...swore to God that we would be togethter forever."
"Mum!"
"No. Sweetie, i think that its time for me to go back. YOu should go to work too. I'll ring you sometime..."
"I love you mum. I'll come back for you."
"i love you too, sweetheart. I'll wait for you."
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The little boy looked solemnly at the man lying on the bed.
"I'll wait for you. Up in heaven. I'll be...your guardian angel. You wont see me but i'll protect you."
The boy glanced up at the man, so frail and shrunken amongst the white sheets. The man placed his cold hands on the boy's tear stained cheeks, Moving slowly with pain, he pulled the boy close to him.
A small beep came from one of the many machines connected to the man. An alarm sounded and men and women dressed in white coats came in. Crying, the boy wal\ked over to the window and stared at the white sky. As his first tear fell, it dropped on the floor of the balcony, mixed with the first snow of the season.
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"Malucci!"
Dave bolted upright as he heard Kerry.
'Malucci, take the kid in curtain 3 would you?"
"Okay chief"
He sighed. Up with the tough persona again. Why aws he always the tough guy?But he reminded himself that this was the barrier between him and the rest of the staff. He was different from the rest of them. None of them went through what he went thru.
It had been almost a week since he had seen his mother. Why didnt she call him?
"Malucci!"
"Sorry."
"50 year old female, multiple stab wounds."
Yet another day at work, he thought biterly as he pulled on a pair of disposable gloves. At least nobody seemde to notice he was quieter and more distant.
The dor opened and Kerry and Luka could be seen working frantically on the patient. Running over, he glanced and the patient and froze in horror.
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"Sweetheart, daddy is very sick. We went to the hospital today and they said he would have to come back tomorrow."
The boy looked up, wide eyed with fright, at his equally scared mother. They had gone back the next day and been discharged, only to be back 2 hours later. He remembered so vividly the doctors working on his dad.
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'Malucci!'
"Something wrong?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes.
"Mom! What happened?"
Kerry and Luka exchanged glances.
"C'mon! whats fre?"
"Get me 2 bags of blood"
"What type?"
"Shit, shes bleeding internally. "
"Get Benton here NOW"
"Wheres the blood?
"What case is this?"
"Multiple stab wounds. Internal bleeding"
"Blood"
"Shit, we need to get her up to OR"
"Yeah. Control the bleeding first."
A flat line appeared on the screen.
"Shit! Charge to 50"
"Charge"
"Clear"
No response.
He closed his eyes and leaned back. This could not be happening.
"Malucci, woman looking for you."
He ran out. And stopped next to the woman who was drumming her fingers at the admin desk. Choking back tears, he wrapped his arms around her, and she hugged him back.
"Oh my God. It's been so long."
"Yeah. Mum. I missed you. Lets go to the café next door."
"Okay."
*************************************************************************************
"...and i guess that's pretty much my job."
"Oh...Dave..."
"So mum..."Dave fished for words, trying to think of the best way to say this. "um...how's dad?"
His mum looked at him silently.
"I'm sorry...maybe i shouldn't have..."
"no...you were right to ask. He comes home drunk all the time, but he never comes back until 1 or 2 in the morning, so i guess it doesnt matter.:"
"does he still..."
"No, he doesn't hit me"
He could tell by the way her eyes cast downwards as she said that that she was lying.
"How about you move in with me?"
"No. We...swore to God that we would be togethter forever."
"Mum!"
"No. Sweetie, i think that its time for me to go back. YOu should go to work too. I'll ring you sometime..."
"I love you mum. I'll come back for you."
"i love you too, sweetheart. I'll wait for you."
**************************************************************************************
The little boy looked solemnly at the man lying on the bed.
"I'll wait for you. Up in heaven. I'll be...your guardian angel. You wont see me but i'll protect you."
The boy glanced up at the man, so frail and shrunken amongst the white sheets. The man placed his cold hands on the boy's tear stained cheeks, Moving slowly with pain, he pulled the boy close to him.
A small beep came from one of the many machines connected to the man. An alarm sounded and men and women dressed in white coats came in. Crying, the boy wal\ked over to the window and stared at the white sky. As his first tear fell, it dropped on the floor of the balcony, mixed with the first snow of the season.
**************************************************************************************
"Malucci!"
Dave bolted upright as he heard Kerry.
'Malucci, take the kid in curtain 3 would you?"
"Okay chief"
He sighed. Up with the tough persona again. Why aws he always the tough guy?But he reminded himself that this was the barrier between him and the rest of the staff. He was different from the rest of them. None of them went through what he went thru.
It had been almost a week since he had seen his mother. Why didnt she call him?
"Malucci!"
"Sorry."
"50 year old female, multiple stab wounds."
Yet another day at work, he thought biterly as he pulled on a pair of disposable gloves. At least nobody seemde to notice he was quieter and more distant.
The dor opened and Kerry and Luka could be seen working frantically on the patient. Running over, he glanced and the patient and froze in horror.
**************************************************************************************
"Sweetheart, daddy is very sick. We went to the hospital today and they said he would have to come back tomorrow."
The boy looked up, wide eyed with fright, at his equally scared mother. They had gone back the next day and been discharged, only to be back 2 hours later. He remembered so vividly the doctors working on his dad.
**************************************************************************************
'Malucci!'
"Something wrong?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes.
"Mom! What happened?"
Kerry and Luka exchanged glances.
"C'mon! whats fre?"
"Get me 2 bags of blood"
"What type?"
"Shit, shes bleeding internally. "
"Get Benton here NOW"
"Wheres the blood?
"What case is this?"
"Multiple stab wounds. Internal bleeding"
"Blood"
"Shit, we need to get her up to OR"
"Yeah. Control the bleeding first."
A flat line appeared on the screen.
"Shit! Charge to 50"
"Charge"
"Clear"
No response.
He closed his eyes and leaned back. This could not be happening.
