FLATLINE.

..........................

the doctor intubates;
the nurse begins compressions;
the tecn runs for the defibrillator;
chaos.

............................

the wife cries;
the son screams;
the mother despairs;
agony.

............................

earlier.
when things were not so chaotic,
the signs were missed.
the symptoms were there.
hidden,
silent,
underground.
yet screaming : "SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE"
overlooked.

this could have been prevented, 
in another world,
under different circumstances.

 

 

 

 

 

...........................

"Hello, Mr. Roberts, I will be your nurse today!"
He says he feels well. 
I lend a warm smile.

............BEEP................

Minutes later, I bring him a warm blanket.
I recognize his breathing is different.
A slight stumble on the way to the bedside commode.
He grasps at his chest, but decides "it's nothing".

................BEEP..........................BEEP..........

I call the doctor, despite Mr. Roberts dismissal.
I can see the eye roll through the phone, hear his thoughts through his tone.
'Silly nurse, wasting my time when I have patients to see.'
Still, I request that he orders an EKG, and he begrudglingly obliges.

........BEEP................BEEP..................BEEP.....

The EKG results print.
Ventricular Fibrillation.
Silent Killer.
Stealer of husbands, fathers, children.
Treatment is begun immediately.

...BEEP......BEEP.....BEEP.....BEEP...

 

 



 

 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741