It's a small part, but it's there. A nagging sensation, telling me to give this up for good. Telling me to pack my bags and flee back to med school while I can, to a proper internship like my parents believe I'm working at. Somewhere I'll never be held at knifepoint. Somewhere monsters will never come to murder my patients.
But only a small part. There was never any doubt. Jackie's told me that much was obvious. She says I live to help. That I was born to sacrifice myself for others. And maybe she's right.
Whether we are protected or not, these people need my help. I will give it. I knew this could be a death sentence coming into the job. I won't falter now that it's actually going to get difficult. There are always more lives to save.
There are always more stories to tell.
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