Forgive Me For All My Sins
That night was the day my life hit rock bottom.
I had come from the ER in a shocked daze, because mere moments ago, I had failed. Failed to save the life of a young woman, who had been rushed into the ER from the scene of a car collision. She was on death's door and had next to no chance of survival.
Her lungs had been crushed by the sunken in dashboard of her car, and pieces of glass had penetrated her body. She couldn't breathe. She was slowly suffocating from her crushed lungs and she couldn't even cry out in pain. As I watched her die, I desperately tried to think of a way to save her life, a way to make sure she went back home safely to whomever was waiting for her to return. The woman gasped for air that would never reach her lungs, and she died. Shocked, I couldn't move, only stare at her newly decease body in horror as I watched her life leave her body.
I looked down at my hands, covered in her blood, and stood with my mouth open, gaped in horror. My