The next day was interesting. Mark made it to the hospital late after traffic was terrible and the coffee stand was too filled with people. He changed into his scrubs in the locker room and made it to the recovery ward just in time to see a few of the new patients entering.
He stopped and looked back at one of the patients. It was the girl. The one who was in a coma. She was still looking a little foggy, but she was being transported to one of the rooms he was in charge of now. He smiled. Mark was glad she woke up. For some reason he just knew she would be a good patient, instead of some of those bratty ones that never use manners.
He took one of the trays of food to her room, attempting to make conversation. She was asleep when he made it in the room. So he left the food for her and went back to the Nurse’s Station.
It was just another day at Good Hope Hospital. Natalie and Michelle were gossiping in the Nurses’s Station about who knows what and Claudia was bringing in new patients to the recovery ward. Mark was sitting at the Nurse’s Station, filing charts. He wished he was off and playing his clarinet at the jazz club two blocks away, but he was here working.
While he was filing charts, he noticed one chart belonged downstairs in the ICU. He told the other nurses he was going to drop it off and headed to the elevator. In the elevator, the music was the same, boring, old song that played over and over again. He knew it by heart and almost started to sing along, when the elevator stopped to let him off.
Stepping off, he saw terror in many people’s eyes who were about to go into surgery or who were injured in ways unimaginable. Then, as he was headed to their Nurse’s Station, he saw her. She was in a coma. She was on a breathing machine. She was the most sad looking of all of them.
Would she ever wake up? he thought as he walked passed. He wondered, then, how many of the patients that were in a coma ever did wake up. It was sad to think of it. He tried to turn his eyes and his mind away from the subject, but he thought about it until he made it back to the elevator after dropping off the chart.