The Journey
The nurse was wearing drab scrubs that had seen better days.
The patient was ragged and hungry, like everyone in the camp.
He had come far, and wondered how much further he was going to go.
The nurse beckoned to the translator, then turned to the patient.
"Monsieur, votre glycémie est très élevée."
She wasn't entirely sure he understood this, but she was going to do her best.
The nurse was wearing bright pink scrubs and had a ribbon in her hair.
The patient was clean and well-fed, like many in the city.
He had come far, and had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to be going back.
The nurse scowled at the voice on the telephone. "I'm serious, we need a translator. We must make sure he understands how serious this is."
The nurse was wearing scrubs decorated with cartoon characters that seemed to blur as she ran.
The patient was pale and moved feebly as the gurney moved down the hallway. He blinked at the bright lights and at the staff who were shouting that something was 415. At least, that's what it sounded like. His English wasn't the best even when his head wasn't pounding.
He had come far, but for now he was just going upstairs.
The nurse was wearing yellow scrubs with green trim as she listened to the doctor speak to the family. She heard a knock on the door and stood to let the chaplain in.
The patient was drawn and pale. He stared blankly at the ceiling and breathed shallowly.
He had come far, but only had one journey left.
The nurse was wearing scrubs decorated with monkeys that climbed from barrels and scampered across her shoulders.
She tidied up and made sure the paperwork was in order. She heard a knock on the door and helped the team maneuver the bulky covered cart in.
The patient was still.
He had come far, and his journey was at an end.
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This has been an entry for therealljidol. The prompt for this entry was "barrel full of monkeys." Constructive criticism is welcomed.
The patient was ragged and hungry, like everyone in the camp.
He had come far, and wondered how much further he was going to go.
The nurse beckoned to the translator, then turned to the patient.
"Monsieur, votre glycémie est très élevée."
She wasn't entirely sure he understood this, but she was going to do her best.
The nurse was wearing bright pink scrubs and had a ribbon in her hair.
The patient was clean and well-fed, like many in the city.
He had come far, and had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to be going back.
The nurse scowled at the voice on the telephone. "I'm serious, we need a translator. We must make sure he understands how serious this is."
The nurse was wearing scrubs decorated with cartoon characters that seemed to blur as she ran.
The patient was pale and moved feebly as the gurney moved down the hallway. He blinked at the bright lights and at the staff who were shouting that something was 415. At least, that's what it sounded like. His English wasn't the best even when his head wasn't pounding.
He had come far, but for now he was just going upstairs.
The nurse was wearing yellow scrubs with green trim as she listened to the doctor speak to the family. She heard a knock on the door and stood to let the chaplain in.
The patient was drawn and pale. He stared blankly at the ceiling and breathed shallowly.
He had come far, but only had one journey left.
The nurse was wearing scrubs decorated with monkeys that climbed from barrels and scampered across her shoulders.
She tidied up and made sure the paperwork was in order. She heard a knock on the door and helped the team maneuver the bulky covered cart in.
The patient was still.
He had come far, and his journey was at an end.
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This has been an entry for therealljidol. The prompt for this entry was "barrel full of monkeys." Constructive criticism is welcomed.