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tanaquiljall) wrote2009-02-15 12:10 am
tanaquiljall) wrote2009-02-15 12:10 am
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Kate Heightmeyer Drabble-a-thon: Day 13
prompt: words are swords, wield them carefully
Self-Inflicted Wounds
Kate stepped out onto the hospital roof and walked across to the parapet. The icy wind whipped her hair back from her face. She didn't smoke but, right now, a cigarette seemed like a really good idea. Or maybe a gun. Not that she was suicidal, but knowing she'd never again be able to inflict that level of pain on a patient with one misplaced word would be a good thing.
"Hey, thought I might find you up here." Doctor Paige, her supervisor, appeared at her shoulder. "You just have to remember how many patient you've made things better for...."
Self-Inflicted Wounds
Kate stepped out onto the hospital roof and walked across to the parapet. The icy wind whipped her hair back from her face. She didn't smoke but, right now, a cigarette seemed like a really good idea. Or maybe a gun. Not that she was suicidal, but knowing she'd never again be able to inflict that level of pain on a patient with one misplaced word would be a good thing.
"Hey, thought I might find you up here." Doctor Paige, her supervisor, appeared at her shoulder. "You just have to remember how many patient you've made things better for...."