Lingering Obsession

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ve been on the

rgeries, coffee that had began to taste like medicine. The only thing my mind could picture was

en I s

gure lying by the

my tire screech to a halt. I felt my heart be

eople who stopped on the road for a stranger who was in need of help and it

g about this

air was damp with the lingering scent of rain, and as I got to w

my

totally red, a deep wound slashed across his chest very close to where his heart l

his shoulder gently, but there w

on my hazard lights, grabbed the first aid kit from my glove c

Years of working double shifts at the hospital as a

stinct. Applying pressure to the wound, I watched as b

I murmured, my voice sh

ith one hand, then I used to other to fumble

ious and bleeding out on the side of the road

e victim until paramedics ar

worked. The police would come

ions. And I ha

attacked terribly like this, or if the people

ncing down at the now unconsci

lease you

e back into my pocket as I quickl

the eerie silence of the night. I took one last look at his pale face,

his ears, as i rose to my feet. The loud sound of the

ling a pang of guilt. "I don't know how to stay to give a statement for an incid

he police and ambulance arrive to the scene. I started my engine and drove away from the scene, leaving the stranger all to himself. As I drove off, I was

scenario from my mind. What had just happened? Who was the help

I was already far away from the scene. And somehow I

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s screeching louder than they probably needed to. Doors slammed open. Paramedics were shoutin

a flipped switch as Nurses

a nurse called out, already d

paramedics replied. "No ID.

w furrowing. "Get his fingerp

ttered, barely above a whisper. T

d him off toward surgery like the floor was on fire. Do

t my a

d just... stood there. Let the hot water run over my face u

as just a stranger bleeding out on a sidewalk.

eel like just t

into bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Too many thoughts, none of the

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came t

around my tiny mug, stirring my coffee absentmin

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ttacked last night near Westgate Avenue. Witnesses say an unidentified wom

from my fingers, hittin

ngton

ed Darlin

llionaire whose name graced the covers of business magazines and goss

ies, is presumed to be in stable condition and has made a sta

ew anything

wasn't sure why, but someth

lington Cross always

now, he wa