The Emergency Room

by Amica Sparrow

A pink glow of dusk began to settle over the Emergency Room in Ft Worth. It was a very pleasant evening. No bugs to speak of, and a quite comfortable 80 degrees. Considering that Texas can still be somewhat balmy in September, it seemed heaven sent compared to the 108 degree weather just a few weeks earlier. 

The lights in the surrounding buildings began to become more radiant with every passing second. Soon to take center stage as the main source of illumination. The symmetrically lit floors appeared as a monolith of architecture. It was a beauty amongst tragedies. For the first sirens of the evening began to wail. As well as the disrupting noise of the chopper overhead coming in for a landing on the helipad. Carrying those misfortunate ones to their abode for the evening. 

Some would be in and out. Some would stay. And some would not get to leave at all. Their final moments spent as the fading light of life left them like the Texas Sky. 

My Amica, that’s Latin for “darling”, for those of you who are prominent in only one language, had just begun her shift in the Trauma Ward of the ER. I’ve spent a little time in the Emergency Room myself on a couple of occasions, but I imagined that I had seen nothing like she has been most privy to. The misery and woe that surrounded her. I would think that it would bring most anyone to tears to even hear of it. But there she was confronting it every time she punched herself in.

I’ve never wanted to be a doctor or anything of that nature. Truth is, I can’t stand the sight of blood. Or even here about it really. I remember watching a horror show once and becoming ill at the sight of it. I suppose that’s natural for most anyone. But someone has to rise to the occasion in such a fallen world. 

I don’t think mankind was ever really meant to see blood. It was part of the curse that befell us when we strayed from God’s command in the garden. The poor creature, most likely a lamb, symbolizing Christ’s sacrifice on the cross, was probably still wet with its crimson flow when placed on Adam and Eve, covering their sins of the fall. 

I think, no, I am assured that sometime in the near future, we will never know what an Emergency Room is again. But for now, the sirens keep coming.

Rev 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.