THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 104's. Mom
A new day in the midst of my busy work is arranging the transfer of the emergency operations base. There was no emergency today.
But now suddenly a woman came to the emergency. From his clothes I guess he's not a new refugee he seems to have been here a long time.
"Nurse, help my baby fall!" With a panicked and pale face she held her baby wrapped in a baby blanket. He ran from outside in panic. From the way she carried the baby it seems the baby was still under six months.
"Follow me Mom." I saw whoever was there and was free. "Noah! Room 4!" While I was guiding the panicked woman to the emergency room, Noah rushed into the room with the nurse who was helping Carla.
"Mam, I'm Doctor Noah why is your baby." We haven't seen the baby yet, she's holding it tight, as if afraid it's taken from her.
"He fell down, he didn't cry, didn't move."
"Give him to me, let me check on him." It was hard to give the baby in her hand. The baby should be examined.
"Mam, give him a check." I convinced. The brown-haired woman finally gave up her baby.
From the moment of receiving the baby Noah had already furrowed his eyebrows. I was immediately astonished.
"Mam? It's doll?" And we're seeing a baby doll right now. We all look at the noise. Is he crazy for losing his son.
"No.no, please him, he fell down not breathing. You have to help her." Now her tears were breaking like rain falling from the sky, until her voice trembled in panic. "Please he really fell. You guys have to help her." Noah and I looked up, and we weren't the ones dealing with this.
"Carla, call Dr. Javier." This should be handled by a psychologist.
"Noah pretend you're taking the baby to the intensive care unit to calm her down." I whispered to Noah after pulling him away.
"Ahh well Mam, let us take her to the intensive care unit to take care of her. You'll have to wait here with the nurse." Noah understood what I meant.
"I have to take our son, you ignore him!" Now she is charging her husband hard.
"Your son is being handled, are you her husband?" The man is huffing now.
"What do you mean handled? He brought ..." I cut his words.
"You can come with me." I took him out of the ER, waiting for Javier's doctor, our psychiatrist.
"Jen? You summoned? You guys have an emergency do you need my help." Doctor Javier rarely goes to the emergency, we've only had a psychiatrist for two months, he's among the refugees who have joined. We are grateful that so many need it.
"Ehm, there is a woman who thinks the doll she is carrying is her child. She was crying asking us to help her son. This is her husband Mr ..." I introduced her husband to Dr. Javier.
"I'm Ben Olsen, my wife Carole. Our son was gone two years ago, before the infected came, he walked and fell on our steps. He was in a coma at the time, and our son was also in critical condition at the time. The doctor said our son had a head injury, putting him in surgery would most likely not have kept him alive at such a young age. So I decided not to put it in further suffering. My wife finally realized two weeks later, she didn't even get to see her baby buried. And since then he's blamed me for not trying to save our son, so he's at the peak of making the doll his son now that we've settled down again."
"I asked Noah to pretend to bring his doll to the intensive care unit to calm her down."
"That's the right thing to do. Let me talk to him for a minute to make sure. But wait a minute, why would he suddenly be able to bring his puppet here. Did she really drop her doll?"
"Yes he dropped it, so he really freaked out."
"Hmm. I understand." Javier went to the waiting room to talk to Mom
It's the story of a mother who can't blame herself. How pity.
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