Sitting in the waiting room all I see is people crying. The flushed out tears, nose running and the loud screaming that bleeds people’s tears. Rolling through the hallways with the equipments near, ready to save a patient’s life ohh no 1, 2, and 3 clear the beeping of the heart appears my job is done; thank god that god was here. My job is hard most of the day you smell death, death in the atmosphere. You can even smell the taste of the alcohol packets once you get near. Families don’t leave happy nor do the patients but my job is to make my patients happy. The joy of a patient’s smiles, the loving hugs even the sad tears of joy can brighten up my smile.
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