Sorry, it's taken me so long to update, I was preparing for a job interview.
(I didn't get it)
Will had a rough day. He'd lost 3 patients, one of them was a child. He was already struggling, but this was the icing on the cake for him.
He stormed out of resus, covered in blood. He threw the double doors open and they consequently hit the wall with a loud bang. A smear of blood was draped across his pale forehead.
'What are you all fucking looking at?' Will snapped at everyone around him. He didn't usually swear at work, but at that moment in time, he didn't care.
Will realised what he'd just done and ran off. Heading straight for the changing rooms.
He violently banged the door open and almost knocked Marty over barging past him. 'Watch the hair!' Marty shrieked, whilst looking in the mirror and smoothing his hair out.
Will slammed the cubicle door and bolted it. He turned the shower on and got under the water, without taking his bloodied scrubs off. He slumped down the wall and sat down, pulling his knees up to his chest. He could see the water turning red before it spiralled down the drain.
He began to sob, putting his arms over his face. Hoping the whirring of Marty's hairdryer would block out the noise.
Will had never felt pain like this before, his chest was tight and his whole body ached. He had no physical energy left. He felt his eyes grow heavy and slumped sidewards, so he was now lying in the shower (though because he was so tall it was more of a half fetal position) The water continued to pour over him as he lay there and cried like a scared little boy.
Marty turned the hairdryer off, he heard a faint sobbing noise coming from one of the cubicles. Realising Will was the only other person in the changing rooms, he went and knocked on the cubicle door.
'Will, I'm not breaking a nail forcing this door open! Are you ok?' said Marty
'Will?' He said again but louder
Will could hear Marty but chose not to respond. He'd been in the shower for so long now that the hot water had gone off. He was getting cold but had no energy to try and move.
''I'm going to look under the door, you better not be naked'! He tried to joke
Marty unwillingly looked under the door, he saw somebody lying on the shower floor and began to panic. Running out of the room and shouting for assistance
His shouting attracted Archie's attention.
Marty was out of breath from shouting so just dragged her by the arm to where her friend was.
'Marty what are you doing?' she asked.
'Look, under, door' Marty panted, between puffs on his inhaler.
Archie reluctantly looked under the door. Upon seeing Will on the floor, she panicked. She got up and immediately started trying to force the door open. She rammed her shoulder into the door over and over again, hurting it in the process. The adrenaline of trying to get to her friend blocked out the pain.
It was no use. Ever since the shooting in 2017, all of the locks in the building had been reinforced. Including the ones on the toilet and shower cubicle doors.
Archie ran out of the room and found Jacob, a person who she knew could get that door down quickly. She explained what was going on and lead him to where everything was happening.
Without hesitation, Jacob broke open the door with his bare hands. Revealing a sombre sight in front of him. Archie pushed him out of the way and ran to Will's side. Turning off the water before vigorously shaking him.
'Will, can you hear me?' she asked him.
Will didn't say anything, he just lay there with his eyes open, occasionally blinking.
'He's freezing!' Archie said to Jacob with a worried tone in her voice.
Jacob had since carried Will out of the shower and put him down on a trolley. Nobody knew why he was lying on the floor, had he collapsed?
Everyone was rallying around, trying to warm him up. They tried to take his wet scrubs off, but he kicked off when they tried. He was so cold it was beginning to cause him some confusion.
'Don't touch me!' he screamed when a nurse tried to help him.
This was going to be a long night for the staff...
More soon x