CREATIVE WRITING - EMERGENCY

 

 Creative Writing 

Tutorial Assignment 3 / Emergency

Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud.

Ignoring the way her lungs burn and her feet ache, she keeps running. No matter how fast she runs, the hospital seems to be getting further and further away. Finally, she is greeted by the electronic doors of the emergency room. Waves of nausea hit her as she inhales odd combinations of antiseptics, blood and vomit, momentarily halting her steps. 

Breathe. 

She forces herself to take in the surroundings. On her right, a wailing woman clutches what seemed to be a bloody, deformed body of a child as nurses try to pry her away, while on her left, bodies after bodies enters in to the now overly packed emergency room. Some covered while some still held hope within their hushed breathing. 

Stained uniformed nurses and doctors rushed back and forth. Their expressions grim and tight while often barking orders at one another. Eyes never leaving the task at hand, but occasionally looks up whenever there was a slight wind from the rushing of stretchers.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock. 

The clock above mocks her as she shakily registered the gravity of the situation. Her vision returns to its cloudy state as the voices become muffled but one thing was clear. The only thing, in fact:

Find him. You need to find him. 

(214 words)

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60…61…62…63…

Each second slower than the previous as the bulbous red light stared unblinkingly back at Leslie’s unmoving ones. Up and down her legs bounce while her fingers drum her phone, creating an erratic beat contrasting to the radio playing in the background. Sweat trickles down her forehead, her deep breaths proving to be unhelpful. Ever so often, the taxi driver glances back in the review mirror, seemingly unknowing to the disastrous situation.

3…2…1… Green! 

Deep breaths, Leslie thought. All will be well. That is, until the miniature bumps came into play. Like a Tekken character, her fist clenches alongside her jaw, ready to fight whoever that blocks her way but the innocent taxi driver was her only saviour at this point. She closes her eyes as if eliminating her sight would eliminate the pressing need to pee. Well, she thought wrong. 

Finally, her flat is in sight! Before the driver could break, she dashed out, jamming the keys into the locks. 

Ah, at last. 

The toilet. 

(172 words)