800 Words

POV: Jack

"Code white! Code white! We are requesting all available nurses, surgeons, and faculty to wing P! Code white! Code white! Code white! Triage external!"

"Hey little guy. It's going to be okay. We're going to take good care of you, just stay with us, okay little guy?"

"Holy shit, what happened?!"

"Was it at that kid resturant?"

"It was his dad."

"They'res a fire over there!"

"How many more patients are coming?"

"Little guy, it's going to be okay. Holy shit, we're going to need more people in this. Page Brenda again."

"Do you think he's going to make it?"

Do I think I'm going to make it?

Hospital jargon filled my ears as I was being shoved in on a gurney. They didn't have enough time to fully strap me down, so there were a lot of hands holding what was left of me down.

Again, I feel no pain, for I've left my body fourty minuets ago. I have the opportunity of the life time, yet I continue to watch myself. How selfish of me, right?

Mr. Fong is still crying, but he hasn't taken a moment to wipe away his own tears. He's comforting Sarah, and carrying me, but refuses to look to himself. He's a broken man. Divorced, single father, queer, everything to make your life harder is saying hello to him, but he uses it all in stride. He's a man I want to be when I grow u-

I wanted to be when I grew up.

Do I think I'm going to make it?

To be honest, I think I'm already gone. My eyes haven't twitched since the stuck me up to the oxygen pump. There is no more blood that can leak out of my skull/neck. I never thought it would end like this, but then again, I never thought how I would die.

"Come on Sean, You can do this," Mr. Fong talked directly to me in the midst of the madness. His chocolate eyes poured out his crystal tears that landed on my wispy skin.

"Daddy?" Sarah pleaded for her father.

"You two, wait out here. We'll call you back when we know something," The nurse disappeared into the musk of the E.R. Mr. Fong took his little girl into his lap, and wrapped his protective arms around her, making sure she was all okay. He finally let himself cry. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He let out loud, ugly sobs into the shoulder of his daughter, and she completely held up for him. This is what a parent, offspring relationship should look like. Holding the other when they're falling, supporting each other.

"Code white! Code silver! Code grey! Code red! Code blue! Possible code purple! Triage external! Triage internal! Holy fuck, what is happining in this hospital?!" I guess the fire spread. Or uh, my dad brought the fire over. Everything seems like it's falling apart. Everything is falling apart.

I watched my father's eyes through the terrified ones of the children who were still locked in the restaurant. There is such a huge lump some of story left to tell. Days wandering around the world with nothing left to hold on to, I finally let the doctors say it was time for me to die. My father took me home, to let me die in peace. Freddy came to me once again, letting me say good bye, but nothing would ever happen with it. Let me go, and let him go. His mind fell as did my pulse.

Mr. Fong held on to little Sarah's hand as I drifted away, yet my soul remained on Earth. So much left to say. So much left to discover, yet so much will never be spoken of again. Mark and his friends died that night I was attacked. And you know what, I'm not totally upset about it. He ruined my entire life when I was able to live it, and he dammed me to this Earth for eternity. He can rot in that chicken suit for all eternity for all I care.

Nothing matters anymore. Nothing matters. Not now, not ever, and not even before I was broken.

End of book one.

Keep an eye out for "Nothing Can Hurt Me" the second book, and then look for "In My Final Rest" The final book in the "Before I Was Broken" trilogy!

RED for fire

BLUE for adult medical emergency

WHITE for pediatric medical emergency

PINK for infant abduction

PURPLE for child abduction

YELLOW for bomb threat

GRAY for a combative person

SILVER for a person with a weapon and/or active shooter and/or hostage situation

ORANGE for a hazardous material spill/release

TRIAGE INTERNAL for internal disaster

TRIAGE EXTERNAL for external disaster

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