TWO

The medical team dashed inside the emergency room. The scream of terrors were seen in the faces of the victims as the team carried them inside. There's no fun anymore, but trauma as patients cried in pain. Death is inevitable.

I blinked in disbelief. There are more than 30 people injured or so close to death rushing inside the emergency room. It was suffocating me that I had to inhale and exhale more than twice. It's so hard to grasp.

I searched across the room, trying to determine who needs care the most when I am only a fourth-year resident and our attending surgeons were still inside the operating room because of a bus accident a while ago.

"What happened?" I ran to the medics and met the head nurse, Julia.

"It's a plane crash. The craft fell in the bottom of the bay. It's a big aircraft that holds more than 500 people. Victims that are not trauma or critical were rushed to other hospitals. We got more than 50 patients coming in, and also the captain of the plane is on his way here. He's critical. It took them hours before they could revive his body from the bay," Nurse Julia explained as fast as she could while both of us were checking the patients one by one.

"Same with the co-pilot and three flight attendants," she added.

"What a day!" I sighed. "Okay, let's do this!" I tied my hair and thought of a plan, yet there's no plan, just do as much as we could to save the one who needs saving.

I ordered the interns and the other lower years to see the other patients that aren't critical as we wait for the captain and the others. Professor Argazon, the head of General Surgery is still in the operating room with Dr. Sead. That's when I realized there's no available attending surgeon since most of them were still in the operating room.

Don't tell me I need to operate on my own? I mean, I do a lot of operations, but I'm still a resident who needs supervision from the attending. I've done solo surgeries, but they're not major surgeries, so I am hoping I don't get to do a major one. No, erase that! Let me get a major surgery. It's a big break and I know Lauyton was also thinking of the same thing. I will never lose to him! Hah!

After a minute, the ambulance parked outside the emergency room. We ran to meet them. They pulled the stretcher out as the rescue team started telling their situation.

"I'll get this," Lauyton said. "Get the captain. They called saying he's in an asystole."

"What? That's freaking the most serious cardiac arrest," I whispered to myself. It means that there's no tissue contraction from the heart muscle, so there's no blood flow to the rest of the body, which also means he's near to death - well means he's just waiting for the angel of death to fetch him.

Why the hell did the plane crash? It's not everyday a plane crashes.

"He's in V-fib!" The rescuer shouted while still doing CPR. They pulled the stretcher out.

"We need to warm him up!" I ordered. "Let's get him inside-- Oh my God!" I gasped.

I froze.

My body suddenly lost its motion. I was paralyzed.

There was screaming, yet I couldn't hear them. It felt like the world was shut down for a minute as I watched him lying on the bed.

I closed my eyes and prayed that I was only dreaming. Maybe, I was only imagining his body lying on the bed because I missed him, and I always remember him whenever a plane crossed in the sky. Yet, when I opened my eyes, tears fell.

My lips started to tremble as I stared at his cold and drenched body. I screamed in my head, but the words were empty. The wind babbled through my ears, whispering terrors. My knees started to weaken, as the reality pierced deep into my heart.

"Dr. Zamora! Dr. Zamora!" They shouted my name. "What are you doing?" They tapped my shoulder, but I remained stationary.

The familiar smell of saltwater crawled in my skin as memories kept flashing back.

It was at that moment I knew I'm miserable at best.