Okay, now the nurses turn. This chapter reflects what happened when Kevin was first brought into the hospital. Enjoy.

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I love my job…I really do. It is really satisfying. I love helping people. It's become like a second nature to me, nursing has. But every now and then, I see something that makes me want to quit on the spot. Like the other day. A young man was brought into the intensive care unit from the ER. He was in an induced coma, so his body could recover.

He had a cut across his forehead and a deep gash in his chest. The worst of his injuries couldn't be seen. The doctor I spoke to about him said it was likely he had spinal cord injury. There was possibility he may never walk again.

His parents were with him for as long as they could. As the boys nurse, Kevin his name was, I had the duty to return his possessions to his parents, the ones which he had with him when he was brought in. I had a pair of shredded up jeans a shirt and some shoes – they had to be cut off, and a gold wristwatch, Kevin's wallet, a set of keys and a mobile, which I doubt worked.

I asked his parents if they would like his stuff. They said they would, so I handed them the stuff. The mother saw the shoes, and sighed.

"Oh, I'll have to buy him another new pair; I only got them last week; $160 for baseball shoes. He'll need some new ones before he leaves for Arizona…"

It was so sad. The poor parents obviously didn't know what was going on. Even if Kevin did recover physically, there was also a chance he might have brain damage. I read his charts, and they said he had to be revived in the ambulance. That usually increases the chance of brain damage.

I didn't have the heart to say anything. That would be cruel. And of course there was a chance he'd be perfectly okay…that was one of those moments I wanted to quit my job. By the sounds of it, this Kevin boy had a future in sports. Too bad that it was ruined by a few minutes of foolish behaviour.

A policeman came by to get a statement off the boy who was brought in with Kevin – Andy Baker. Andy was driving the car that almost took Kevin's life, and it seemed he may have been drinking just before driving; that would have been what caused the accident. Now, I know for a fact that Kevin's alcohol test came back completely clean. He had done the right thing and not drunk, yet he was the one being punished. It just didn't seem right in my eyes…

I noticed he had a brother and sister who were often around. They looked tired and miserable, but every day without fail, they would visit their brother and talk to him. It was about the third day of him being in intensive care that he woke up. His father was there with him.

It was such a sad, yet happy, moment. The father moved his face close to his sons, and whispered to him. Kevin was still in neck and back restraints, so he wasn't able to move. I called for a doctor to attend to the boy, as much as I didn't want to; it was such a touching moment.

The wife quickly joined her husband and sons side. She was crying with joy. I saw Kevin give a weak, but nevertheless thankful, smile. I felt sorry for them when the doctor arrived, but I knew he had a job to do. He sent the parents outside to the anxious brother and sister. All four of them were looking into the room, trying to see what was going on. The family would have to wait, because in a hospital, that's how it is.

I didn't think that should be the way it works, however, that's just my point of view.