The early morning light had yet to break through the darkness, casting an eerie glow in my bedroom. I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the day ahead pressing down on me.
The clock hanging on the wall seemed to mock me with its steady ticking, reminding me that time was not on my side.
I sighed, 'wished I could just stay in bed and escape the reality of the day ahead'. But as I looked at the clock again and saw that it was already 5am, I knew that there was no avoiding it.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to will myself back to sleep, but it was no use. The thoughts and worries that had been plaguing me all night kept me from finding any peace.
With a groan, I reluctantly sat, pulling the blankets tight around me as if they could protect me from the world outside.
I hugged my pillow, feeling a sense of unease as I prepared to face the day. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't shake the feeling that something unseen was holding me back, preventing me from getting out of bed and starting my day.
I didn't want to go to work, didn't want to face the responsibilities and obligations that lay ahead. But I knew that I had no choice but to push through and face them head-on.
I sat on the edge of my bed and picked up the phone from the nightstand. I swiped through a few notifications and checked the number of paid leaves I had taken. My heart sank as I realized I had used them all, leaving me with no other option but to go into work that day.
'What a day,' I muttered to myself as I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead.
As I walked around my room, the decor caught my eye. I had put a lot of thought into how I wanted it to look, and it reflected my personality perfectly.
The walls were painted a crisp white, giving the room a clean and uncluttered feel. In the center of the room stood a comfortable bed, made up with crisp white linens and a fluffy down comforter.
Across from the bed was a simple desk with a small collection of books stacked neatly on the shelves. To the side of the bed, there was a sliding closet where I kept my clothes and other personal belongings. The room was simple but elegant, a reflection of my own understated style.
My mornings always started with a cup of coffee, which I would often leave to go cold as I was too engrossed in getting ready for the day ahead. I dressed myself with care, my mind focused on the tasks and responsibilities that lay ahead.
On this particular day, there wasn't much on my schedule and I had made a mental note to try and leave work early. I took one last sip of my lukewarm coffee before heading out the door, to see what the day had in store for me.
I took one last look around my room, feeling a sense of comfort in its familiar surroundings, before heading out the door to start my day. Who knows, after that day, would never be able to reach his home, little did he know that it would be the last time he would ever see his beloved home.
~ Andrew was a kind and cheerful young man, known for his warm smile and easygoing nature. He was a medical intern in his final year of studies, working at a busy hospital where he was always eager to learn and gain new experiences.
Despite the long hours and demanding work, he always made time to connect with his patients and show them compassion. He had a natural ability to put others at ease and was well-liked by both his colleagues and patients.
Andrew was determined to become a great doctor, and his dedication and hard work were evident in everything he did. He was the type of person who always went above and beyond, and it was clear that he was destined for a successful career in medicine. ~
I entered the hospital, and was about to mark my attendance when a loud argument caught my attention from the corridor.
Curious, I walked over to the glass wall and peered out to see a man in a black hoodie, holding a school bag and talking animatedly with a nurse. I could see the nurse's dismissive attitude, and I knew that I would have to speak with her again about her behavior.
'What a day,' I thought to himself, with a sigh.
As I got closer, I noticed that the man's body was shaking, and his voice was trembling. The nurse was not responding to him properly, but he kept asking her about someone.
My heart went out to the man as I saw his eyes fill with tears, when the nurse ignored him and began to attend to another patient.
I knew that I had to help this man and find out what was going on. I stepped forward, ready to intervene, As I approached the argument, my legs suddenly felt weak, and I felt a lump form in my throat.
I couldn't believe my ears when the nurse shouted at the man, "Sir, please leave or I will call security."
The man, who appeared to be in a state of distress, had come to the hospital seeking help. He had a desperate look on his face and was clearly in need of assistance.
I couldn't understand why the nurse was reacting so harshly towards him. Her tone and attitude were completely inappropriate, and it was clear that she had no empathy or compassion for the man's situation.
Everyone in the vicinity turned their gaze towards them, and a few of them started taking the man's side, scolding the nurse for her reckless behavior.
I couldn't help but think, 'Why can't she behave well, even for a day?'