City of Angels
Duties
Chapter 1
Duties. Everybody has duties. My duty for example is to safely guide dying people from their earthly life to the other side of existance. For anyone it would be depressing, but as an angel, you don't have an emotions. You just do your job and protect people. Obviously noone can see us.
When me and my fellows are not tied to our duties we linger in libraries or the beah or any place we like.
One day I was supposed to wait for Dr. Lockheart's patient to die. An operation on the open-heart. Poor guy. I knew it all before already, he would die. He though, was confident he might survive even though he knew there was a great risk.
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(Tifa POV)
I hadn' tbeen a doctor for long. This was my thrid operation on the heart. I was a little nervous, like before every operation. Entering my patient's room I greeted him warmly. "Good Morning Mr. Park. Are we feeling ok?"
The man nodded at me. He was pale and looked sick. "Don't worry, it will be alright." I gave him another smile and prepared his bed, ready to bring it into the upper floor where the operation rooms were situated.
I had been told that smiling at your patients makes them feel comfortable. Even if I wouldn't feel like smiling, I just smiled, smiled to make them feel better. I even picked up the stupid habit of standing up, walking past my bed to the mirror that was situated above a little chest with drawers and tell myself that I look great and that my day would be great and I would give someone hope again.
I wasn't sure wheter it helped, but since I was living alone I could give it a try without embarassing myself.
Reaching the operation room, I let Mr. Park be brought inside and washed myself clean. How would it feel to be lying on this table waiting for someone to cut you open and roam around inside you? I guess I wouldn't find this feeling all that nice, but then again, you are under anesthetic.
Pushing the door open with one foot I waited for the nurse to help me but this mint-green coat on I despised so much. I felt like wearing a huge bib. But it was necessary.
A little table with the necessary utensils was brought to my right and I began my work.
(Tifa POV End)
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(Coud POV)
I stood behind the big glass window and watched the operation. I felt pity for the surgeon. She had no idea that she was wasting sweat and neres on this man that was destined to die either way. But I did what I was always doing, I waited. Waited for fate to hit and for me to guide another body from the living to the dead. That's what I had done for centuries already and I would continue to do. I was an Angel after all. Many do not believe in us, but hey, I don't care.
There it was, the familiar sound of the machines beeping. There was trouble. I glanced at the clock. 20 minutes had passed. I waited patiently.
(Cloud POV End)
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(Tifa POV)
He was about to die. I tried my hardest to keep him alive, tried anything I could, but after another 20 minutes he was as good as dead. Nodding at the surgeon on the opposite side of the table, he switched the machines off. "Time of death, 22:35" I told the nurse and strode my gloves off. Throwing my coat along with these bloody gloves to the floor I rushed out of the room. The first patient I lost. My very first. That's the point where you wonder wheter this job is the right for you. I was aware of the fact that you lose patients every now and then, but I stung you somewhere in your heart. How should I tell the family? I was afraid I would burst out in tears. Rushing out of the room and heading right for the elevator to bring me into the doctor's lounge I glanced back at the room I had stepped out of just now. The room where a dead man was lying in, my patient.
(Tifa POV End)
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(Cloud POV)
I noticed she was looking at me. I smiled at her until I realized it was ridiculous. She couldn't see me after all. I had powers, powers I barely used though. Fate was something I was not allowed to change, though I was tempted to every once in a while. Same went for the Dr. Lockhart. I felt her broken heart. Though I was not supposed to have emotions, like anger, sadness and all these, I felt something. Believing it was my imagination I strode past her. I would visit her later on today, to see wheter she was ok.
As for now I had someone else to guide. Hopspital is where it's most busy. Most of my fellows lingered around here. Every here and there they would stand waiting just as patiently as he did. Though, Angel's do not have wings as in these fairy-tales. They are just invisible to the human eye and without senses. We do not feel, do not taste, do not have emotions. I can not feel the somberness of my duties. I just do them.
(Cloud POV End)
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Short but yeah, randomly popped into my mind when I last saw this movie "City of Angels." Once again many POV's. ;) It will probably not be exaclty like the movie if I do continue, but close to it.