Hello, My Name Is Death (Book II)

Chapter 4 - That No One Can Steal.

One week passed and nothing of note happened until then. I lived my life the way I always did and gave everything to help my patients.
During this week we had run some tests on Madison and we kept trying to find out what happened but she assured us she wouldn't remember even the slightest bit. Even the therapist we sent to her told us there wasn't any reason why she would have tried to commit suicide.

Her parents kept insisting that we'd let her go home but I always did my best on convincing them otherwise. I didn't want to risk that something happens to her but I knew she would have to go home anytime soon.

Meanwhile our other patient, Darren Hughes, had been doing better as well. His wounds were slowly healing and he also wanted to leave already since a few days, but he needed some more rest after this accident - which I didn't know much about but I wanted to.

In the morning before my shift ended I walked in the staffroom where Taylor had been at the moment. His shift just started and he was making himself some coffee like every morning and he always drank it without sugar and milk.

"Morning, doctor." he greeted me with a smile.

"Good morning." I replied and sat down at the table in the middle of the room "How is your patient doing?"

"Great. He's getting better every day and he'll be able to go home tomorrow." he replied and picked up his cup. He settled down on the chair which was on the opposite side of me and took a sip.

I nodded my head "What happened to him?"

"Drunk driving." Taylor stated and put his cup down "Mr. Hughes wanted to drive home after a party at a friend's and he had drank too much. He didn't look at the street for a moment and crashed against a lamppost."

"Oh no. Luckily no one else got injured." I set up a concerned face.

Taylor nodded and drank his coffee while I got up from my chair. Afterwards I walked out of the staffroom and to Madison's room.
She was sitting on her bed and the television was on. I knocked on the open door before entering so her attention turned towards me.
Madison grabbed the remote control and switched to the TV so she could listen to me properly.

"How are doing today, Madison?" I asked and leaned lightly against the table beside the door.

"I'm great." She looked directly at me and smiled.

"That's good. Did you remember anything?"

"No, nothing." she let out a sigh and looked down for a moment. Then her glance turned to me again "When can I go home?"

"I actually considered sending you home tomorrow and I'm still convinced this would be a good idea." I replied smiling.

"That's great! I'll call my parents." Madison cheered and took her phone.

I couldn't help but had to chuckle lightly "I'll leave you alone then. Goodbye, Madison."

"Bye and thanks, doctor." She looked up from her phone for a moment with a big smile plastered all over her face.

I nodded and walked outside. After hanging my coat along with my stethoscope back in my locker I got outside and drove home.
This day I stayed outside on my porch and always waited for some work to come around. I was sitting on the stairs and watched the sun set for a while but whenever a soul came around I had to leave with them and then a few hours had passed when I returned because time was running faster in heaven and in hell than on earth.

I had seen a lot of souls that morning. Adults, elderly people and even children. It was always so hard to explain to such young souls what's happening and why but it was my job.
I guided each of them to heaven and after a while I was sure something bad had happened somewhere - usually I didn't come across so many souls so early at the morning. There had been many and all of them were so upset, still I went through worse times already.

I had seen so much hatred already. There was a time where I just couldn't understand humans anymore. The Second World War was one of the worst times.

Every minute-...no, nearly every second I stumbled upon a new soul but the amount of souls hadn't been the worst. It was the grief of their families, the tears they shed and the ignorance of those who murdered. I worked as a nurse back then and I tried to help the wounded soldiers but sometimes I just couldn't help.
Sometimes I saw children dying in the arms of their mother and what for? A piece of their land or for the government - because humans were greedy and this didn't change, but back then they were allowed to do everything to satisfy their leader.

Humans were massacring each other because they were different, because they didn't fit in the norm or because they said something wrong. There was one bad person at the top and the let all the others kill for him.

But I'm not saying human beings changed, they only show their hate differently now. Probably they bully each other on the internet now but they also still show it in real life. They hurt or kill others for their race, gender or sexuality but what for? All of them will end up the same - in a box of wood under a lot of dirt just to get eaten by worms.

There's nothing wrong about being different because in the end they are all the same.