Freedom- Yoongi BTS

15

"I really have to go now Yoongi." I said when I was already out of the van with my backpack over my shoulder.

The boy looked so broken, almost making me regret my decision to go back to work today, but after all, I didn't really had a choice.

"Listen" I said "why don't you go explore around a little? This place it's really beautiful and you could relax a little bit."

He was still tensed up but nodded anyway.

"and... Yoongi" I called him the last time "Be careful please, I don't want to rush you to the hospital because you broke a bone this time!"

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When I entered the hospital, I received a not so polite look from the receptionist, but I decided to ignore it, knowing the reason behind it, and took the elevator to the fourth floor.

When the door opened I was greet by another receptionist who started to list all the appointments of the day.

I was a bit overwhelmed, and nodding I moved in another room to get changed into the hospital uniform.

I got out and I was ready to start working, excited to see a lot of different animal, even though I couldn't say the same about hearing their owner rants about the smallest things.

Soon enough minutes became hours and I was visiting a patient after the other, same appointments were easy, as they were just a checkup, while others were challenging, maybe it was a dog whit a broken bone or a cat who couldn't stop throwing up; but I was ready to face everything.

What I didn't know, and all the books and studying couldn't have prepared me for what was going to happen in the next hours.

"April, please come down quickly, we have a red code." A nurse called me over the phone.

I went down only to find a dog, passed out, covered in blood.

We took him to the operating room, acting quickly, as time was against us.

After a further inspection we noticed he had a big cut on his lower abdomen, with a part of his intestines leaking out and other several cuts spread over his body.

"We need to operate him. Now" I said, my voice cracked by a note of fear.

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We had been working on the poor dog for some hours now, every time we were going to be done, we would always find something more to take care of; it was a endless process.

Several hours passed and our little patient was finally out of the operating room, all bandaged up and connected to different IV's and machines.

We could, finally, take a well deserved break; everybody was exhausted, but happy to have saved a life.

However that break didn't last long, as a loud ringing could be heard down the hall, something we all feared of. A blue code.

I cursed and got up, running as fast as I could toward the dog's room.

I was the first one to get there, hearing loud steps behind me coming from the other doctors and nurses.

I looked at the machines and then to the dog: it was real, it was really happening; his heart stopped.

I quickly jumped into action, starting the cpr, while other people filled the small room.

I heard ribs breaking and surgical point coming off which resulted in wounds opening and blood staining the white bandages; but at that point I didn't care, I only had one goal in mind, and that was to save his life.

No matter how hard I was trying, it wasn't enough, I was losing precious time, as minutes passed too quickly, again, time was against me.

A part of me knew it was done, he was gone, and I could change it. I was an obstacle between life and death, but I couldn't save him.

I was refusing to let go, even when a nurse tried to move me away.

"April" I heard someone calling me "you can't do anything anymore" her voice soft, while somebody was gently trying to move me, but failing as I didn't have the full control of my body anymore.

"April" someone else called me softly "you tried, but it was already bad in the beginning " he said something else too, but at that point I couldn't process words anymore. Big fat tears were running down my cheeks, as I sprinted out of the hospital, still covered in blood, not noticing all the confused looks I was getting from people and refusing to acknowledge the nurses calling me.

My feet took me in front of Betty and a really confused Yoongi; everything was a little blurry, as my eyes were full of tears.

The boy came toward me, but before he could do anything, a strong wave of panic hit me, soon followed by others, crushing me with full force.

The thoughts were accelerating inside my head. The image of that small animal going on repeat in front of my eyes. I look down at my hands only to see them covered in blood, dark spots all over me: my fingers, my harms, my clothes, even under my fingernails.

My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The room spins and I squat on the grass, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. I feel so sick.

I sense the presence of the singers, only when I feel his hands taking mine, he's so delicate not wanting to scare me more; and I am grateful.

He place my right hand on his chest, and I feel him exaggerating the breathing, as a way to help me find a pace.

I try to follow him, failing miserably with my first attempts; my lungs are on fire, I don't have enough oxygen as I feel my body getting weaker and weaker.

Black spots dancing in front of my eyes, the only thing I can notice right now, as I slowly lose control of my body.

Soon enough my vision gets completely black, and I abandon myself to it, seeking the oblivion as an old friend.