Run with Blood
Chapter 1: Wet
My head was throbbing from listening to Mr. Drexel’s speech this morning about how Thailand was recently hit by an earthquake, of course the drinks from last night never helped. I threw my brief case on the ground and plopped into my cozy black computer chair. I could hear the air escaping the cushion. I rested my head on my desk, my mind drifted away from work and into what happened only 1 year ago.
As I remember looking along the horizon of anguish among the people of the small village through the standardized window of the Red Cross van, me and my friend Alan entered the village looking for the run down large shack that had recently been hit by what seemed like a monsoon and bee sized bullets on the walls. I could see the water seeping into the holes and disappearing onto the other side and, I could hear the mud slapping the side of the van as we drove closer to the hospital.
A loud squeaking sound made me cringe as the van made a sudden halt in front of the shack that had been turned into a hospital. I hopped out of the van and into a muddy puddle on the road. I looked down the narrow, blood-soaked road and seeing the blood crawl into the sewers.
My friend was shaking his brown, shaggy hair removing the water from his head then putting on a torn hat, he began opening the back of the van that held the blood for the hospital. My blonde hair began to get in the way of my vision; I tried to grab my dirty, blonde hair and then realized I was looking like a fool trying to grab the single strand of hair. Alan then began to laugh at me as I spent a minute trying to get to move my hair accordingly. Alan gripped the wet handles on the door and opened the back of the van to give blood for the village and local wanders from the wickedness of the world.
A nurse opened the door from the hospital, she caught my eye, her hair was strained out and looked like it hasn’t been brushed in a few days and you could tell she has been in this hell driven country for a while from her dark tan. Her face was flush and her eyes were watery, I couldn’t tell why though. Blood was smeared on her scrubs and she seemed exhausted from the hours upon hours of working, dark lines was forming below her eyes. She approached me and asked if my name was Shaun Gray. I used my finger in an attempt to clean my nametag; I proceeded to point at my name tag like the ones given to every Red Cross member.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any medical supplies or anything else useful for us in that van of yours?” she asked.
“I’m sorry but the orders were that this hospital gets two crates of blood, you can either take it or leave it ma’am. The rest goes to Nairobi.” I said.
“Oh, of course the rest goes to the capital even though this town is barely standing and we are short on needles, we can’t exactly operate with more people coming in and less blood going out of the hospital.” She said.
“I’m sorry ma’am but I don’t make the rules of life, as soon as I do I’ll help you, till then we will carry the boxes of blood into your hospital.”
“Ok that is fine but could you load the plasma you have for us,” she said as she padded down her brunette hair trying to straighten it out.
I turned and started heading toward the van grabbing the box and turned to wait for her to tell us where to deposit the blood.
“Head down the steps and turn to your left, you will see a man in a white suit and he will tell you where to put it.”
A great oomph came from Alan as he lifted the box and started down the lengthy stairs and then vanished into the hospital. I then walked into the hospital, I noticed the gremmie walls and how the rain has welcomed itself into the hospital. A huge stench of dirty blood and the voice of agonizing patients came from the hospital my body shivered trying to remove the voices and smells of the hospital, but at no avail. I then began to walk down the steps and turned left to see a short old doctor with a good amount of grey hair.
“Put it along the wall, right next to the canned food.” He instructed. “Hey Shaun!
Hello? Shaun?”
“Hey! Shaun where did you put the copy of the amount of blood to Liverpool? I won’t ask you again before I just start throwing stuff around looking for it.”
I shook my head and began to realize that I was back in my office. “It’s on my desk hold on let me find it.” I rummaged among all my papers trying to find it, why didn’t I listen to my mother when she always said my room always being a mess. I grabbed the paper copy of blood donation to Liverpool and handed it to my co-worker. I watch him waddle away with obvious sweat under his arm-pit. He would have never survived what I went through, I murmured to myself.
“You going on a date with Brittney tonight? If your not, you can join me and the guys watching the game tonight.” He said.
“You know I’m going on a date man, I told you this yesterday. It’s our 3 month anniversary.” I said in disgust. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell him about my future plans he asks me anyway.
Shaun looks to the left of him and notices a row of desks as he wondered if he actually deserved this promotion and should actually be back being a delivery boy going back to back with blood for the village. He thought the risk of getting shot was well worth it when it came to saving people. He only wishes that he could enter a delorean and just adjust one thing to save his best friend.
A red hot flash came upon him.
Be consistent. Change this back to first person.
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