𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, Short Stories (Completed)

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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐚𝐡

tw: suicide, overdose of opioids, please don't read if it triggers you!

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 the stretcher inside the hospital, and I grab a hold of one end of it. Tristan, me, and Ivan pull the stretcher and run to the ER, wanting to save this patient as soon as we can.

"How did they try to kill themselves?" I ask Tristan, my breathe slightly staggering due to all the running.

"Overdose," Tristan replies, and I shake my head slightly as I run. Watching people wanting to kill themselves has become one of the most hearbreaking things I have ever seen.

The pressure of everything becomes so severe that we are only left with one option: kill ourselves. There is so much left for us to see and experience in the world, but our will to live withers away so quick it doesn't even matter about experiencing our biggest dreams.

We finally reach the ER and pull the stretcher inside, lying the patient on the bed. Ivan leaves and it's only me and Tristan left in the ER to make sure this person remains alive. With nothing but hurry throughout our minds, me and Tristan begin our treatment for the person, which I notice is a young girl.

"What did she overdose on?" I rapidly ask Tristan, feeling the patient's skin. There is sweat all over her face and body and the temperature of her body is really high. The color of her skin has reduced to a pale yellow.

"She overdosed on opioids," Tristan says, running around the ER and trying to gather supplies.

"Shit," I curse. An opioid overdose can be extremely life threatening, and if me and Tristan don't do anything, it's only a matter of seconds before we lose our patient.

I prepare a naxolone shot, knowing this is the only thing which can reverse an opioid overdose. I insert the syringe in the muscle of her upper arm. Few seconds pass, in utter silence, as me and Tristan look at the patient, hoping for a single sign of breathing.

It doesn't happen.

She isn't breathing.

"I think she needs-" Tristan begins.

"-rescue breathing." I finish, and Tristan nods at me. I place one hand on her chin and tilt her head back. With my other hand I pinch her nose. I bend down and administer two slow breaths. I look down to see if she begins breathing on her own.

She doesn't.

I administer a single breathe every five seconds. I keep on doing it for 4 more minutes.