Disclaimer: I don't own any characters for ER, actually I don't own
anything not even this computer that I wrote the story from.
Rating: PG
Story Summery: A letter left by friends.
I look around, trying to remember a day when the ER wasn't busy. Or a time in which I felt that my working days would never end. If I close my eyes I can still picture those lost over the years. Not just the patients but also the friends that became family. I didn't want to have this job growing up, but now I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm unsure of where my life it going, or where I'll end up. The only thing I know for certain is that I have hundreds of memories. Some good; some bad, although I honestly think the bad out weighs the good. The emotions I have are double sided. I'm happy to be moving on with my life. But, on the other hand it means leaving those who have come to be the closest to me. Most of the staff has left for other jobs, in different states, or here in Chicago. Some of us are going to the same places, while the rest; well you know the answer to that question. The ER is the place of life; for some it is a beginning for others it is an ending to one journey and the beginning of a new one. The images I have from working here will be with me forever. Today the ER closes, maybe for the best, or the worst. There is one sad note, the individuals who work here have no way of leaving their thoughts and feelings. To everyone else in the world it is just another abandoned building, but to those who stay in the ER, it is an enemy, friend, and a home. I take one more breath and smile, the ER may be shutting down but the memories it created will last forever. I'm unsure if I'm ready for a new life, but I know that changes must happen. When I first started I was young and unsure, as I leave I'm older and wiser beyond my years. Hopefully one day someone will read this letter and understand that the ER wasn't filled with patients, but rather doctors and nurses. You will always have the med- student, the jerk, the friend, the flirt, the smart-ass, and the leader. The appearances may change, the jobs might come and go, but those personalities will always be inside the ER. It was there for our ER. So as a final note to those in the future, remember that sometimes the hardest part of the job is learning to live, love and respect.
Signed,
The Cook County ER Staff.
I look around, trying to remember a day when the ER wasn't busy. Or a time in which I felt that my working days would never end. If I close my eyes I can still picture those lost over the years. Not just the patients but also the friends that became family. I didn't want to have this job growing up, but now I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm unsure of where my life it going, or where I'll end up. The only thing I know for certain is that I have hundreds of memories. Some good; some bad, although I honestly think the bad out weighs the good. The emotions I have are double sided. I'm happy to be moving on with my life. But, on the other hand it means leaving those who have come to be the closest to me. Most of the staff has left for other jobs, in different states, or here in Chicago. Some of us are going to the same places, while the rest; well you know the answer to that question. The ER is the place of life; for some it is a beginning for others it is an ending to one journey and the beginning of a new one. The images I have from working here will be with me forever. Today the ER closes, maybe for the best, or the worst. There is one sad note, the individuals who work here have no way of leaving their thoughts and feelings. To everyone else in the world it is just another abandoned building, but to those who stay in the ER, it is an enemy, friend, and a home. I take one more breath and smile, the ER may be shutting down but the memories it created will last forever. I'm unsure if I'm ready for a new life, but I know that changes must happen. When I first started I was young and unsure, as I leave I'm older and wiser beyond my years. Hopefully one day someone will read this letter and understand that the ER wasn't filled with patients, but rather doctors and nurses. You will always have the med- student, the jerk, the friend, the flirt, the smart-ass, and the leader. The appearances may change, the jobs might come and go, but those personalities will always be inside the ER. It was there for our ER. So as a final note to those in the future, remember that sometimes the hardest part of the job is learning to live, love and respect.
Signed,
The Cook County ER Staff.