War

      Hello, my name is Serena. I am a nurse at the ER in Huston. There is one thing you can guaranty in the life of the hospital, is that there is always something going on. There's always an emergency. Doctors and nurses alike rushing around to help the patient in need. Sure, some days are calmer than others, but it is still a busy day all round. It's a job that I had grew to enjoy and look forwarded to everyday. From helping someone with an small scrap on the knee to coronary heart failure, I was always ready and willing to help no matter what.

   I never thought the day would come that I would...dislike...my job. Well life has a funny way of proving you wrong, because that day came sooner than I ever would have hoped....

   It's the year 2017 and Trump has just been elected president. The little population of Trump supporters cheered in victory as the rest of the nation roared in anger. Most of them quieter than others, but the few who were loudest weren't...exactly....kind in showing their anger. Instead of biting their tongue and living with the hand life dealt us all, they took to violence. Killing any and all innocent people who were Trump supporters and anyone who got in the way. It was absolute chaos. America was falling apart at its seams, but that wasn't even the worst of it. A full fledged war was coming our way.

   Towns were being bombed, cities were being raided, diseases were being spread and people were turning against each other out of fear.

   Death, fear, depression, sickness, it was everywhere and no one was safe from it.

   The life at the hospital turned grim and dark. At the beginning it was busier than ever. We barely had any time to take a breather before another patient came in either badly wounded or horribly sick. It was terrible. During the first few months I could barely sleep at night. The far off sounds of gunshots kept me awake.

   A few months would pass and there was no end in sight of this war. There was nothing any of us at the hospital could do other than care for the wounded and the sick.

   A small, shaky sigh escapes past my lips as I set down my pencil and push my notebook away. My eyes blindly bore into my notebook and ready myself for what I am about to write next. This war has taken a toll on me, no matter how much I try denying it. It's been about a year an three months and the end of war is still nowhere in sight.

   Just as I was about to pick my pencil back up to write some more, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Startling me, but I quickly regained my composure.

   "Yes?" I called as I got up from my chair. Putting my notebook away as the person walked into my room.

   "Ser, we have another patient." A familiar male voice said. "They're badly wounded, we need your help ASAP."

"Alright Mark, lead the way." I say as I turn around and nodded to the slightly taller man. He had dark, short black hair, the makings of a beard and bright blue eyes. Eyes that sadly weren't as bright as they had used to be. Dark bags weighed them down. Making him look as if he hadn't slept in days. Which isn't much of a surprise, neither I or a few others could get much sleep. Seeing as our best friend Hannah had passed only a few days ago. The heart wrenching pain and sorrow that swirled in his eyes only proved my thought even more.

   Hannah. A doctor of chiropractic here that Mark and I were really close friends with. She was sweet girl, couldn't hurt a fly if she tried. She had taken her life just only a few days ago, hung herself in the janitors closet. She didn't leave a note behind saying why she had done it, but we all knew why. Most of us, if not all, here have contemplated death once or twice, some of us going through with the thought.