Chapter 7
Seph's POV
It's been over two weeks since I last saw him. Two weeks since I called everything off; with him, with Matt, my job.
Luckily my school helped place my residency at the Children's hospital in the pediatric terminal cancer wing. It had opened up after another doctor dropped out of the program. I can see why. It really takes a toll on you. I'm surrounded by bright happy colors yet everyday I have to help children cope with the idea of death. The children aren't too hard. They are typically too sick and tired and most are ready for the time to come. It's sad but it's the parents that are harder. They have to come to a reality no parent should have to face; their child will die. I tried comforting a mom once who had just lost her child and she looks at me and says "I'm no longer a mother."
I go home heartbroken and tired everyday. Today two children died and three more entered the program. I turn on the TV hoping for a mindless escape when "Breaking News" pops up. A reporter is in front of the asylum and police cars are surrounding the front. A mugshot of the Joker appears in the top right of the screen. His upper lip pulled into a sneer. I immediately sit up as the report announces the Joker along with a couple of other inmates have escaped Arkham. I feel relieved and settle back down. He's out of that wretched place, but I frown. I never saw him before so I'll probably never will see him again. It's something I wanted but now I'm not sure. Plus now he wouldn't be a patient...my mind wanders to dangerous ideas and fantasies. No. He's still a sick individual. It would be wrong. He should be getting help.
I put my head in my hands and resolve to just take a shower and go to bed. These are problems for tomorrow. As Hector would always say, future Seph's problems.