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{A Rafael Nadal inspired story}
Anabella Martina works as a doctor at the Emergency Department of London Hospital. After coming back...
A huge lightning illuminated the room followed by a loud thunder.
"NOOO!" - I heard my own voice screaming. I immediately sat up in my bed and felt light sweat drops on my forehead and at the back of my neck. There it was, that same dream over and over again. I grabbed the photo on my bedside table, opened the drawer and put it inside. She shouldn't see me right now. Not like this.
I looked around the room. It was dark and I almost imagined that I was back in Thailand. It was probably the thunder that brought back all the memories. Looking at my phone on the bedside table, it showed 5.25 am.
I decided against going back to sleep. To be honest, I was scared that the nightmares would haunt again, and also my shift would start at 7.00 at the hospital, so I wanted to get ready and unpack my suitcases before leaving.
I felt wide awake, even though I didn't really sleep at all due to the jetlag and the thunderous weather.I was quite surprised by today's weather, it is the beginning of July, it should be warm and sunny, but looking out of the window all I saw were grey clouds and heavy rain.After taking a cold shower to clear my head, I went back to my bedroom with a mug of hot coffee in my hand. I intended to unpack my suitcases full of my belongings. I opened one of them, it still had the smell of Thailand. No matter what we'd seen and the things we'd been through, I realized that I really miss that place and the people we got to meet and help. Even if those poor people had literally nothing after the huge tropical storms, their positive attitude towards each other and life itself was unbelievable. We were lucky to get to know a few of them more, we kind of made friends there, under those circumstances, that's why it was hard to leave. But on the other hand, I started to miss my job here. I love the hospital where I work, I could't imagine a better workplace. Trying to help and heal people is my life now, I love seeing them recover from their injuries and troubles.
We see all kinds of people with all kinds of injuries at the Emergency Department. Every day is a new challenge there and our work doesn't end when the sun goes down. We work day and night, dusk till dawn. Night shifts are probably the most challenging of all, especially at the weekends when youngsters do alll kinds of unimaginable things while drunk.They say the first year of working as a doctor after graduation is likely to scare some freshly graduated young doctors away. No matter what I saw, no matter how serious it was, the thought of leaving never even crossed my mind. Because I know that whatever happens, I experienced worse than that. I've already seen and been through worse than that...
Suddenly, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, looking at the small scar on my left shoulder. It wasn't that noticeable, fortunately it was fading day by day, making it easier for me to forget, even though I knew it would never fade away completely, as I will never be able to move on completely.
After finishing packing my things out, I quickly put on my clothes and applied some makeup, only to cover the dark circles under my eyes caused by lack of sleep. I left my long brown hair loose and I was ready to go.
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As I entered the hospital I could immediately smell THAT odour. The smell of antiseptic agents, bleach and sanitizer. Most people find it disgusting, some are immediately terrified by it and some, like me, believe that this is the smell of healing. Or at least it's easier to think that it is.I climbed the stairs that lead to the third floor, that's where my office was.
"Anaaa! You won't believe what I'm gonna tell you so listen to me! Are you ready for the news of the century?" - I saw Lizzy flying towards me on the corridor, elbowing her way through the patients. Sometimes she probably forgets where she actually works, I think. But I love her for who she is.
"Good morning to you too, Elizabeth! Whatever this unbelievable news is that put you into this over excited state, it can wait because first I have a few things that I have to take care of. Patients are waiting on the corridors, I believe we can discuss your news later" - I said and smiled at her frowning expression.
"First of all, don't call me Elizabeth, you know exactly how much I hate when someone calls me by my full name. My name is Lizzy. Period. " - I tried not to laugh and look serious but I just couldn't. I knew exactly how to freak her out. And I enjoyed it.
"And no, it can't wait, you need to listen to me right now because this is something that happens once in a lifetime!" - she was screaming like she was insane.
"All right, my dear Elizabeth, come to my office and we'll see about what you have to say. " - I knew she was furious but I couldn't help it.
"If I were you I would be careful with my words because we have the same shifts all month. Just saying..." - she murmured while entering my office.
"Have a seat then, and tell me your big news! But make it quick because I have thousands of things to do and, as far as I know, so do you." - I said, giving her a sharp look and a wide fake smile.
"Oookay, but first you need to calm down and relax because otherwise you won't believe what I have to say. So, are you ready?"
