Drabble #3 - April cries and Jackson calms her down again
April curled up on the bed in the on call room. She let out the tears that she held in so tight, as she brought the family the bad news. She'd lost patients before, but this was different. He was just a boy. He had his whole life in front of him. He was playing in the drive way. His dad didn't see him. He was in his blind spot. His dad didn't mean to hit his little boy.
The ambulance brought him as fast as they could. April did everything she could to repair his visible injuries but she didn't know how vast the internal bleeding was. There must have been something more she could have done. This little boy's life was just beginning and now he was lying in the morgue.
The sobs came fast for April and they overtook her. She began to shake furiously. The shaking subsided by the sobs continued. She couldn't stop them. She didn't know how.
"April," Jackson whispered as he came in. He had been looking for her and she could tell. His heart was breaking. He hated to see her hurting. He took off his lab coat and climbed on to the bed with her. He pulled her to his chest and rocked her back and forth, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her.
He kissed the top her head whispering, "It's not your fault, April. There was nothing you could do. You couldn't have known how bad it was inside until you got in there."
April's sobs slowed as Jackson spoke. His voice had a unique ability to calm her. She snuggled into his embrace. She looked up at him with a small smile, appreciating his attempts to comfort her. He smiled back and lightly kissed her before bringing his hands up to wipe her tears away.
April snuggled close and closed her eyes, yearning for sleep. "Please don't leave," she quietly begged with her eyes shut before dosing.
"I'm not going anywhere, April," Jackson whispered, resting his chin on her head, holding her close, and falling asleep with her.