Bloody Kit

"Are you not afraid?" she asked trying not to look at him, he stood with arms folded, resting the back against one of the emergency room's walls. This girl sat on a wheel chair, half conscious, as if her crying was work, a mark of blood looked like drying at the back of her head, crumpled within the strands of messy hair, a victim of robbery, the wound gashing because accordingly, the thief hit her with a rock.

It must have hurt, but she'll live though' he thought. Even those women in the streets with two or more children looked like they're living through it. He looked back at her, made sure he'd look her in the eyes and see what emotions were there or perhaps, what she was thinking. Was I afraid for the bloodied girl in the wheelchair, or for the most beautiful girl in a wooden chair next to the female doctor who smiled at her? "I am afraid, but we sure should be happy."

The truth was she was there, the woman of his wide and awake life, sitting near him like she used to, but not like she needed to worry about being far from him for a pretty long time.

After a couple of minutes, she called him out and mouthed some words that he thought he understood correctly, "medicine? I'll buy them now? ok," he replied readily. When he realized that it wasn't what she meant, he approached them and asked hesitantly what it was about. "You can buy it outside of the hospital,it's cheaper" the lady doctor with eyeglasses smiled at him too. He wondered what she's so happy about, the doctor.

He woke up in a dream where he wouldn't need anyone to allow him in, not without giving him an idea of what he should or should not do. But this is not about him or any of the invented stories. This gave him much desire and fear and hope and direction, there will be no turning to other matters without taking this, in consideration.

The victimized girl in the wheelchair never uttered a word, she seemed too exhausted to even go through the prelimenary questioning. It was scary indeed, as the red blood seemed to dry up, while I saw the marked line build up so slowly, the sense of my feet on the ground felt no less than a little gash of thin security. I thought I've always known it would happen, but never knew how to react.

"Are you not afraid?" He asked himself while she asked him the very same question, then she let out a little cry, and I hugged her. "I have never felt better, we'll live it through." Like everyone else is happy.