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                                                                                   Jordyn P.O.V 

  "SOMEBODY! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MY SISTER! " i heard screaming coming from in the waiting room. But that was something i was used to by now being that ive been working at St.Commons Hospital for a little over two years as a Certified Registered Nurse. " SOMEBODY PLEASEEE, DONT LET MY SISTER DIE"  i heard the painful screaming getting louder and a lot more hysterical. I was currently with a patient and as bad as i wanted to drop what i was doing to see what all the fuss was about i just couldnt. 

"Alright Mr. Tumblr, im going to flush your IV , and i need you to drink some more fluids" i spoke as i pushed the clear liquid into his IV. He was a regular here, an older, kindhearted man. He tend to get sick very often , and im convinced even when hes not sick he rather be laid up in the hospital. 

"Yes maam Ms.Gates , do you mind bringing some more of those jello cups missy"

"No problem, ill bring those right to you"  

I walked out of Mr. Tumblrs room anxiously , geeked to see what that previous noise was all about. i honestly have no clue as to why this job gives me such a rush but i live for it . i closed the patients room door and walked towards our nurses station for this wing of the hospital. i slapped my clipboard down on the counter making my coworker Shaun jump. " Girl , why you slamming shit " He spun around in his chair facing me . " im so ready to clock out " ive been here since six this morning and its going on eight thirty, so you see my dilemma. i pull shifts like this on  a regular but today has seemed to beat me down just a little bit more .

"what time you leaving tonight?"

"hopefully within the next hour or so"

"who just came in here yelling?" finally i asked the question i been wanting to know all along.

" oh some man came in here carrying his sister who had multiple stab wounds, along with forced trauma to the head"

DAMN! Even with all the storys i hear and see on a day to day basis , you still end up being shocked. "how old was she" Shaun didnt speak for a second while skimming the files . "wow , only 19" DAMN ! 

"Damn thats crazy man" i called out walking towards the concession closet we have thats intended for patients but end up being guests free snack room. But im not nagging, cause im guilty asf for eating the shit as well. I swung the door open, and there stood a man covered in blood and a face stained with tears. I couldnt help but notice how attractive he was, a bald head, a full beard, earrings in both ears, a single chain that was marked up in blood, he stood about 5'8, very much gave off daddy vibes. But despite him being handsome you could tell this man was hurting.

"Excuse me " i said moving around him so that i could get into the fridge . i grab two strawberry jellos and two spoons. Mr. Tumblr usually eats his jellos spaced out but loved seeing that he has an extra one lying around. "Can i do anything for you sir?" i asked him genuinely concerned. He looks up from fixing his coffee , "umm if its not too much can you let me know something, anything at all about Shontell Morris " i moved around the room grabbing me a room temperature Power aid  . 

"and who are you to this patient?"

"her brother ,  Phor Morris Jr." I nodded my head, more so to myself .

"okay give me a second and ill see what i can do for you"

i walked out of the snack room, around the nurses station , and into 217. 

"Here you are" i handed him his jellos and he thanked me . Now on to my next mission; Ms. Morris. i walked back to the Nurses Station, hoping to so the see Shaun so he could give me more details about the situation. and just my luck he wasnt there , so i sat down and logged into the systems. i typed in the patients name, and all of her information came up. She was in an emergency surgery for stab wounds and head trauma, this HAS to be the man who came in here yelling earlier.  i walked into the waiting room looking for Mr. Morris and i didnt see him. so i turned around bumping into something and there i am up against his chest.

" oo my apologize" he spoke

" No Worries , Ms. Morris is in an Emergency Surgery for the wounds she has received, so all you can do is sit an wait patiently ; as hard as that could be. "

" do you know how long she will be in surgery?"

"unfortunately not" 

" okay well thank you "  he walked away from me to a group of what seemed to be around five or six people, and he began to talk. most likely repeating what i just said. i walked back to the station and having a seat , at the moment my patients were taking care of and all i had to do was update my system with any information i collected on my rounds.


                                                                  - a few hours later-

yes i am STILL on the clock and its midnight. dont ever tell me about getting to a bag ,cause i STAY in it . 

but im sitting here about to make my last rounds for the night before i clock out when Dr. Sikes comes out , he is our Night Doctor and isnt very interactive with the coworkers, hes usually behind closed doors in his office doing god knows what and god knows who. yeah its like that around here. 

"Good Evening Ms.Gates"

"Doctor. " i replied. and he kept walking . walking right into where Ms. Morris family and friends where located . and from then all hell broke lose . The two females that were there started boohoo crying. Mr. Morris was stuck, like glued to the floor, glued to Dr. Sikes, again STUCK ! Then you can hear the men getting loud .

"Hell nahh man you lying" one spoke, he had pretty hazel eyes.

" Go Bring this mans his sister dawg that shit aint even funny" this one was tall and skinny but buff if that make since.

and the third one was quick to call somebody .

"im so sorry to inform you, immediate family would you like to see her? "

Mr.Morris Slowly Shock his head as in saying yeah. and only he left with Dr. Sikes.

DAMN! thats all i could say; this shit gets real out here. it makes you really look at life different knowing that one second you could  be here ALIVE fighting for your life , then the next youre GONE. 

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