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Distant sirens cracked throughout the night breeze, echoing around the eerily silent city of lights. The roads were slick, freshly covered with the afternoon storms. Ambulance tires slid across the blackened streets, igniting a smell of asphalt that circulated the loosely populated starry night
Inside the ever-accelerating vehicle, chaos ensued. The medical procedure had failed, leaving the flat-lining man without any professional assistance. He convulsed slightly, the dried blood on his skin mixed with the pints of warm blood falling from every inch of his body.
His skin was littered with gashes so deep they severed his nerves. The EMS doctors whirled from station to station, trying to find the biggest bandages to patch the deathly pale man. His blood was still rapidly depleting itself from the warmth of his body, taking his temperature through the floor.
His eyes grew heavy, moving between open and closed at an agonizingly slow pace. There was a grainy feeling of sand behind each lid that grew more and more fuzzy the longer he lingered alive. His jaw unclenched and he breathed his final breath.
With a slow but heavy exhale, he moved his index finger towards his chest, rubbing along the already healed wound.
"I..." he inhaled, somehow finding the strength to cling onto a life not meant for him. "I... have to— have to live..."
a nurse looked at the boy through somber eyes, not knowing if she should comfort the boy or...
'No!'
she shook her head at the thought, quickly whirling on her heel to pick up more gauzes. her eyes filled with tears, locking with the bloodshot eyes of the male in front of her.
'Miles...'
'No! Rio, stop it! Miles is fine. your job is here, now. helping this boy live to see another day.'
she placed the gauze on his open wounds, securing each with multiple rounds of medical tape.
"God, creator of all we see and do, your overwhelming..."
the prayer fell from her lips in clumps, whispering mumbles that only she could hear.
anything was better than the silence.
because...
the silence meant... that she failed.
"y—your o...overwhelming ...grace, c-compassion and... love is upon the people. we thank you for your blessing..."
her hands fumbled with the procedure, almost too helpless to find strength in her own words.
