WARNING: THIS STORY HAS GRAPHIC PARTS... THIS STORY HAS SOME BAD LANQUAGE...
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*Liam’s P.O.V.*
I’ve wanted to be a doctor since I was little. My father was a doctor. My grandfather was also a doctor. It seemed natural that I would become a doctor too. Currently I am in between semesters in college. I have spring/summer courses; witch is to say that I am off in fall and winter.
Today is the 24th of October. My schedule was looking clear so I decided I would go help at the hospital my dad works at. It was normal for me. Just another day. I mostly sit and color with the children. But there are those times in the E.R. that’s when it’s really intense.
“Hi, Liam!” Crystal, the receptionist, says cheekily as I walk into the hospital. Her cheeks flush red, I wonder…
“Hey, Crystal.” I wave to her.
“Going to see your dad?” she asked leaning forward on her elbows. In the process she knocked her book off the counter. It landed in a heap at my feet.
I bent over to pick it up “No! That’s oka…” her voice trailed off. Then I saw the cover.
“Flirting For Dummies”
“Oh. Yah I’m heading up to help my dad. In fact I really need to get going.” I said awkwardly.
Her face was even redder than before if that’s even possible. “Well you know where to find him.” She sounded near tears.
After that I simply walked away, feeling like a jerk. Crstal was nice and all but I wasn’t interested in her.
Anyways, when we moved here from Britain a year ago my father instantly became the finest surgeon in the east coast. He’s kind of a big deal. My mom also got a job editing a fashion magazine. So… not to put it in an arrogant way, but my family was pretty well off.
Today when I got to my father’s floor, which was the recovery floor, he was staring at his clipboard looking grim.
“Hey, dad” I called to him “What’s wrong?”
He looked up at me. That’s right. I’m taller than my father. Problem? “Ah, Liam… well to be honest, it’s rather quite sad. See that girl over there?” he pointed to the bedroom across the way.
There was a girl who looked about the same age as me. Her back was turned so she was looking out the window. The sunlight from outside illuminated her blonde hair with strawberry red streaks.
“Yes”
“Well… for starters she has terminal cancer. Bone marrow to be exact.” I inhaled sharply. But my dad went on. “We assume her parents won’t pay for chemotherapy considering they dumped her off in the E.R. last night to die. And when she finally came to, we found her address and sent police to collect her parents, only to find they took all they could and ran.”
I couldn’t really find anything to say. It was such a heart breaking tale to hear. Sure I had a lot on my plate as a kid, I mean I had to get perfect grades and be… well… perfect. But I knew my parents loved me. But how she was treated like garbage, it made my family sound sad and…
Unwanted.
“What are you going to do?” I ask quietly.
“She won’t last until December. So al we can do now is make her comfortable.”
