Senior Doctor Hemlock locked himself in his office. Junior Doctor Todd and Andrews stood outside, concerned. Todd thought Hemlock might be passed out, but Andrews thought that that can't be the case because he never drink nor took drugs.
The victim of the accident from yesterday still remained in Hemlock's mind as he curled up in a fetus position, blocking his ears with his hands and closing his eyes. The girl was split in half after getting pinned against a tree with the car.
It was like the incident from years before that caused him to move from the city and to this small town. His close friend was the victim. He couldn't save him then, and he couldn't save the girl now.
He didn't know whether being doctor was the best career. Because if so, then why couldn't he save them? Why was he still traumatized even after? He was a doctor for Christ sakes, he's going to see a lot of different hells one way or another.
Maybe you should just quit. You're not mentally prepared for the job at all. You're still afraid even after the years? You might as well get yourself checked out in an asylum.
Yet he remembered of Todd and Andrews. They were good co-workers. Todd had always been the joking type, while Andrews was calm and collected. They compliment each other. It's because of them that he still continued. He needed to be a good example to them.
He stood up, breathed slowly, and unlocked the door.
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
