Short Story

There was an eerie silence as she walked down the corridor. Click clack click clack.. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the walls. She glanced out the window, the clouds were rolling in a deep black front. The trees were contorting from the wind, flashes of lightning illuminate her face. Those soft, caring eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. The epitome of perfection. She quickly pulls herself away from the window, she can't be distracted. Not now. Patient 13 had escaped and she was the only staff in. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. Time was running out, she had to find the patient before the storm hit. She had checked every floor except for this one; floor #2. Something seemed different about this floor to her. There was something off. There was no humming of equipment like there would normally be. Just silence. Rooms 210-224 were empty and untouched. All the sheets

Who was coming? It was the inspector, Dr. Henkel. The man was as round as a globe. He would dress in his usual green collared shirt, as he waddled down the hallway with his thudding gait. Immediately, once entering the room, he would greet his patients with his warm welcoming smile. In addition, he would sit in his swivel chair, cover his mouth with his surgical mask and then put his dental glasses to carefully examine the x-ray screens. In other words, he was now ready to get

He walks in as he sits next to me, rubbing my back, "mum and dad have a hold up at the hospital so they won't be home until late" Terrance says,

Williams was seated on the right hand corner of the main desk area so he was closest to the entrance door. He is roughly around fifty, bald, very in shape, and a wide smile. I shake his hand and say, “Thanks for letting me shadow you.” He says, “Yep, grab a seat, kid. We’re not as busy as usual and now’s the time to ask me questions.” I pull up a chair but then two female nurses come over and put their hands on his shoulders and laughing said, “Welcome back, Dr. Williams! We’re taking a group picture and you have to join in.” All of the nurses, transcribers, and Dr. Williams are laughing, and from the outside looking in, it seems very evident that they were all close friends. Dr. Williams is back from a vacation where he had been fishing and camping with other doctors in the deep wilderness of Canada. Lebanon’s ER was on a friendly level but nothing like this. It is great and I am looking forward to the six hours shadowing him in the

“Your answer to my question was remarkably exquisite, it showed me you 're passionate about what you do.” He handed me the lab coat, “So, I would like to be the first to welcome you to Amelia South Hospital’s surgical team. I paged one of the best residents we have to show you around, he’s a pediatric surgeon.” Just then a charmingly pale man walked in, his hair blonde with wavy locks flowing in one fluent motion framing his gorgeous bone structure.

I examined over the doctor to be met face to face with a look of fear, worry, and empathy all in one. His blue scrubs wrinkled with a black stethoscope, that match

Mouth agape, I lay on the blue, padded surgery table staring up eagerly at the ceiling. Despite only being five, the feelings of fear and trepidation were replaced by ones of curiosity and wonderment. Question after question rapidly fired in my head as I waited: What was going to be done? I was excited and wondered if I would have the opportunity to see my tonsils after removal! Inquisitiveness has always been part of my character.

"Are you sure you're fine? You weren't feeling too good a couple days ago either and I just wanted…"

Olivia ran through the long, endless white hallway with her heart racing and her mind in a frenzy. With each stride of her long flimsy legs, she inhaled the aroma of the toxic disinfectant as she stared blankly ahead in the narrowly spaced hallway. Her brunette hair tie up in a ponytail swung back and forth and smacked her face. She had a new patient in dire need of help, but all she heard was the footsteps of medics rushing in with a new patient. The wheels of the stretcher screeched against the tiles. The tiles rusted as pieces were chipped and looked like they have not changed for a long time. The halls seem to have gone on endlessly. Olivia looked back and forth, nervously biting her fingernails, she felt numb and her body tingled with

Before I know it, I run out towards the main corridor with my heart pounding. My thoughts and imagination runs wild, creating situations like what if those people are waiting for me to unlock the front door? I stop midway and contemplate calling 911. The mini lights inside the place flicker and I hear a static sound. Oh no, please don't leave me too! The

I freeze as a familiar head of black hair and piercing green eyes move through the tables. My heart jumps into my throat as my hands clench into white knuckles. I try to swallow, unable to find my breath.

"Well...could I go to the nurse's office, my stomach hurts." My lips forced into a tight line looking away. I wasn't much of a liar, but for my sake, it was a must in this situation.

The three of us rushed through the hospital Emergency entrance, all of us wearing sunglasses as though such a disguise could hide our grief. I identified myself at the check-in desk, the attendant buzzed the door open, and we went in. I was surprised to see a nurse was there to meet us, she escorted us through a short maze of hallways to the surgical waiting room.

I opened my eyes. The room was brutally bright, yet bisected—my vision couldn’t focus on any one thing. The ICU churned in its sterile symmetry as my eyes drifted involuntarily back. I turned my head towards the nurse and her face divided on its axis. Someone shined a light across my gaze to test my pupils,

Bright lights, doctors coming in and out of this big open cool feeling room so rapidly, that I can’t keep up with the names with the faces, I smell a faint chlorine smell, almost to where it burns my nose. I am nervous. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, slowly making its way down to my gown. I remember thinking to myself that when I stand up next, it’s going to look like wet myself. Now another thing I have to worry about. “Is this really the day, is this day really happening” I thought to myself. Then again, another doctor comes in the room, so calm, his hands looked like they were floating, but so precise. This guy knows what he’s doing “I said to myself under my breath. I could barley breath. My imagination started to take over with worries,