InsaneJournal

I’ve seen pain; and I’ve seen a lot of them. But despite the immunity you developed from it, there are times when you’re put in a horrible situation and you are just not ready for it.

A young man was brought in half an hour ago. He’s covered in blood; I couldn’t even tell what his hair color was. It was gruesome but what terrified me most was the look on this man’s face that accompanied the victim. He stopped me by the hallway, his hand covered in gore; face drenched in tears.

“Nurse, is he going to be alright?”

“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t tell you anything as of this moment. The doctor will be out soon.” I answered politely. The man’s hazel eyes are frighteningly dark.

“Are you family, sir?” I asked as the man sat on the bench; he did not know whether to cover his face with his gory hands or run his fingers through his hair.

“No. I’m…he’s…he’s my…”

I remained silent as he searched for his words. He looked up as if seeing me for the first time. “He’s my lover.” He whispered.

It is love, I say whatever’s making him hold on.