Flash Fiction For The Purposeful Practioner- Week 22 2018

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As I strolled along this narrow street, I began hearing sirens coming closer to me.  A large ambulance drove up beside me.  Three men jumped out of the ambulance and rushed into one of the buildings.  I heard shouting.  I couldn’t tell what was said. My curiosity peaked and I was glued to the spot waiting to see what had happened.

The men appeared with an old woman on a stretcher.  She was tiny and frail, with a kind face.  She took my hand as they walked past me. The men had to stop because she would not let go.  My heart was breaking for her.  She was frightened and alone.  There was no family member with her. The men argued with her to let go to no avail.

I did what any nurse would do, I climbed into the ambulance with her. She gave me a beautiful smile, pointed to herself and said Bella,  then closed her eyes. After the short ride through very narrow streets, we arrived at the hospital.  After seeing that Bella was settled in the ER, I said my goodbye.   It was hard for me to leave, but knew she was in good hands.