Cambodian Ward
Chapter 2 ~ Security

I yawned while glancing at the wall clock. It turned out to be two in the morning, meaning there were still a few hours before the shift schedule ended.

Tonight feels different, gripping and a bit creepy. Since then I have been guarding the nurse station, because Marni took a break and the others were circulating in the ward. My skin was a bit goosebumps even had the smell of jasmine.

Of course I try to be casual and busy myself by inputting the status of patients in the database. I hear the sound of the gurney wheel being pushed, it looks like there will be a new patient. But I wait, no one comes. I stood up and opened the door to look down the corridor towards the elevator and the emergency exit. Turns out .. deserted.

“Maybe I misheard,” muttered and went back to the table.

There was no call from the ER, if there was a new patient who would be placed in one of the fifth floor wards. Since the ER was busy dealing with traffic accident victims, we were asked to pick up patients there.

“Mbak, I ask Marni or come with ya,” my proposal to the senior nurse who is the shift chairman.

“You alone, later ask for the company of an intern in the ER. Marni is still at rest, Dela is monitoring a critical patient.

I finally decided to pick up the patient by myself. Since the patient will be placed in the ward Melati, I went to the ward as well. Walk slowly and keep watch if the figure of Mr. Hasan is still there. I saw that the patient and the accompanying family were asleep. Immediately I shifted the empty middle bed and then I pushed it outside.

While waiting for the elevator to open, a voice sounded from the direction of the janitor. My heart rate was pounding because it sounded like it was being dragged. There's no cleaning service, but I don't dare look.

“Quick, fast,” mumbled I hope the elevator door opens soon. From the numbers listed, the elevator has moved from the sixth floor.

Srek srek.

The voice was getting closer and .. ting. The elevator door opened, I hurried to push the bed into the elevator and pressed the button to close the door. At first glance I saw the figure, sitting on the floor in a worn nurse uniform and messy hair. I thought the ngesot sisters were only in the movie, but I had just seen it despite the doubt whether the figure was right to suck, crawl or squat.

I leaned against the wall of the elevator feeling a heartbeat that was still pounding. My mouth still murmured in prayer, hoping that when the elevator door opened it didn't see that gave the skin goosebumps again.

"Amel, focus and spirit," I said encouragingly.

Out of the elevator I rushed to the ER, somehow the patient bed I pushed felt so heavy even though it was empty. I felt something was wrong, even the security who went around to approach and ask.

“Why mbak?”

“Pak, please help push to ER. Whether I am tired or indeed this heavy bed yes, I am not strong push.”

“Iya, I help.”

Not far to the ER, must pass the outpatient corridor.

“Mbak, often-often istighfar.”

“Eh, yes Sir.” In my heart I was upset too, because this Father suddenly advised me to often beristighfar, do not need to be told also I often do. Even since Mr. Hasan's sighting, there's been a lot of interference.

“Mbaknya can see ‘kan?”

“Yes can be Sir.”

Deg.

I was silent, I meant this father what the hell.

“This one followed in bed, so it's heavy.”

“Astaffirullah,” I said that I stopped my steps and realized there was a figure lying on the bed and I did not realize it. The patient's bed was further pushed away by Mr. Security who turned to me with a grin.

Not lost the fear and the pounding of the heart and the skin that goosebumps disco, I make sure again that the figure is true human. However, the figure did not tread on the ground. I rubbed my face many times and came to a realization when someone patted me on the shoulder. It turns out that Doctor Irwan, I know him because he visits patients to the fifth floor.

“However, want to ER ‘kan?”

“Iya.”

“Come, don't over daydream here!”

“I-iya, doc.”

Doctor Irwan even helped me push the bed up to the ER. I saw him go straight to one of the patient's vaults, and I asked him where the patient I should take.

“Sorry yes Mel, from earlier crowded patients. Moreover, there was an accident, the oath crowds terribly.”

“OK no problem.”

I was assisted by one of the ER nurses, moving the patient from the gurney to the bed.

“Which state?” ask me to ask for a record of the examination and therapy needed by the patient.

“Oh yes.”

I made sure the infusion fluid kept flowing before leaving the ER. Then looked around looking for an intern who could take me to the fifth floor. While passing through the gurney where there is a doctor Irwan and two nurses who handle the patient, it looks like the patient died because the doctor Irwan stated the time of death.

Curious, I approached to see the patient. My hands rubbed both senses of sight, making sure that what I saw was correct. The patient who was pronounced dead was wearing a security uniform and his face was very similar to the security I met in the corridor and even helped me push the patient bed.

“Inna innallahi wainnailaihi rojiun,” sayku slowly.

“Amel, here's the status. Later you are helped by an apprentice, the person.”

I nodded then pointed at the patient who had just been declared dead.

“She's seventh floor security, brought here due to fainting. Not long ago, his blood pressure was quite high. Uh it turned out to be through.”

Age is indeed a secret of God, including the advantages of seeing other figures that I have. All the way back to the fifth floor, it doesn't mean I'm free of distractions. It's just that I can better control my fears by more often mentioning the name of God, as suggested by the father of security earlier.