THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 82's. The Come Back 3
I went back to the emergency room after lunch. There were some patients but not many, some other nurses greeted me. I'm not fully in-charge yet, I'm trying to help them.
"Any new refugee comes in here?"
"Ohh it's being handled by Doctor James, just got into the check ward. Is there a lot of entry?"
"No, we only brought 15 people. But I know I feel the horror of the black zone now." I told you how we almost got caught by thousands of infected on the main line.
"It was like this town before the soldiers cleared it into Jen's safe zone, usually the upper male fari settles into this town in search of food supplies. But since we could plant some crops on top and hunt on the mountain they rarely came down. It's good to see this city alive again. It feels like coming back home..."
"I've never been ambushed that much, just this time ..." Some people are engaged now in conversations recounting their experiences.
James came out later. It seems like we've finished checking out the little girl who came with us.
"Jen, are you back? This little guy needs a good rest for a while. You took him, right? Her mother said you gave her the medicine. Put her in Jen's nursery." Mother greeted me.
"Yes, but it was only yesterday, they were waiting for 10am on the street this morning. Madam, you can take food for her. I'll show you the kitchen in general..." I'm busy again now.
"Done with your consultation?" James smiled at me.
"I don't have the knowledge, I can only listen and give them better performance. Sometimes I don't know if it's done or not. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't..."
"You've done the right thing, everyone needs to be perfective. You know this city somehow can change its effectiveness, I also know very little about psychology consulting. I just remember the basic lessons... But listening to a storyteller is something that is rightly done. It's just basic psychology that we can do with all our heart." I'm looking at him now.
"And compared to a few months ago your performance changed a lot D*ickhead. I'm proud of you." I patted her on the shoulder, she laughed.
"I'm exposed to a lot of hot water here. My brain may be melting a little..." I grimaced at those words.
"That's great. At least you have better empathy now."
"I don't think I'm the only one who's changed, someone's taking a decision to let go now. You have a lover now." I smiled a little.
"Maybe it's true her mother said I have to be realistic about this. Saving sadness is not good. It's been almost a year, if he gets through it, there's no way he's forgotten us. Otherwise I can only hope he's happy but maybe not here. And maybe I now realize that among the many things my life can be said to be lucky. I yesterday felt through the black zone, surrounded by thousands of infected, felt our lives on the edge, maybe those who are still trapped in the black zone have to fight for food. You and I can be said to be lucky here, even though all of us eat the way we do but there is food and it is safe. Didn't we?"