'Code Blue! Code Blue!'
She swung her chubby legs to and fro as they dangled over the edge of the orange plastic chair. Her big brown eyes blinked twice as a flurry of white coats raced by her into the glassed room. She watched as they struggle to stick a tube down the throat of a pretty lady, with her curly hair and her rosebud lips; who was trashing around on the big bed.
A young man paces the back of the room, features twisted in fear as he stares at the doctors working hard to revive his wife. White sheets stained a deep red as blood dribbles down her lips and out of the gaping wound in her stomach. He turns away, his knuckles almost white as he clenches his fists tightly. The little girl stares at him from her row of orange seats, silently twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around her finger.
The clock on the wall ticks. A harried doctor sticks a syringe into one of the many tubes dangling out of her arms; another doctor barks out orders to the nurses scuttling about in a panic. The machine beside the bed beeps loudly, green lights flashing as erratic patterns on the screen flatten out into a straight line.
More people are running into the room. Someone reaches for the paddles, another rips open the lady's hospital gown, everyone backs away from the bed. The blinds are closed, blocking the room from public view. Sighing, the little girl jumps off her chair and smooths down her pink smocked dress. Adjusting her polka dotted headband, she steals a quick glance at the clock.
3 a.m. She smiles sweetly as a figure approaches her. They embrace, tears glistening in both pairs of chestnut eyes.
"I've been waiting for you, mommy. It's time to go."
The room door slides open. The young man slumps against the wall, head in his hands as tears soak through his fingers. They both turn to look at him. Taking her mother's hand, she quietly says " Daddy will be alright mommy. He's got my favourite angel looking after him." The lady looks at her with a sad smile and slowly nods. Together, they walk away into the light.
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Isn't it funny how soemtimes we suffer for others more than they suffer themselves? That child easily accepted her fate. It was the dad that went into hysterics and worried that his child wouldnt be able to face it.
Sometimes we give too little credit to the human soul. When inevitable things happen, we'll find that many times, a person is much much stronger than even she could have ever believed.
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