Savior (H.S. Au)

one

  He opened the double doors that connected the psychiatric residency building to the rest of the hospital. A sickeningly sweet smell filled his nostrils as he made his way towards the chief's office. He was pushed out of the way as an incoming trauma came in.

 "Severe Trauma. Seventeen year old girl, with multiple cuts and burns, possible concussion and collapsed lung. " The intern rolling the gurney told the resident who was following.

 He watched as the unconscious girl was rushed to the operating room. The girl who wasn't much younger than him had cuts on her face, and blood everywhere, and he couldn't help but notice how pale she was. Once he laid eyes on the girl a weird feeling came to his gut. He sighed, with the picture of the girl permanently etched in his brain he continued on his way to the chief of surgery's office.

 "Ah, there he is, Doctor Styles." An older man said. "Shut the door behind you and please sit."

 Styles did as he said and sat in the cushioned seat in front of his desk.

 "Chief." he smirked "you know everyone calls me Harry."

"Well Doctor Styles" the chief ignored his previous statement. "let's cut to the chase. You are the youngest surgeon and the very best. I just don't understand why you decide to use your abilities over at the residency and not in the actual hospital."

 "Well if I don't who will? None of the doctors here even dare to mess with the kids over there, it's like it's the infectious disease ward!" Harry said, obviously feeling very passionate about the problem.

 "They are bloody lunatics, Styles, that's why they are in the loony bin!"

 "We are done here" Harry said calmly before throwing his chair against the wall.

 Harry had always had an anger problem. It developed when  he first developed his depression back in 6th grade. He eventually didn't have a problem with depression anymore but his anger issues stayed.

 The chief of surgery couldn't fire him, he wasn't his boss. Harry originally came to the hospital looking for a job as a normal surgeon. Chief turned him down since he was so young, but the chief of the psychiatric residency ward hired him. They needed a surgeon because none of the doctors would even touch a patient over there. Once Harry saw how mistreated they were he refused to ever join their side.

"She's one of them." Harry overheard someone say. The operation door opened and the same girl on the gurney appeared but this time there was an open incision. They had started surgery and stopped because they realized she was going to the psych ward after. He was livid, they didn't even have the decency to close her up first so she wasn't exposed to so much infection.

"Here" one surgeons handed the Gurney to Harry. "Do you have any germ x?"

 Harry ignored her and covered the girl with his white jacket, to try to keep the wound from getting infected, and rushed to the o.r. over in the psych ward.

 He got his surgical team and started finishing up her surgery. He  realized she was underweight and that was probably why they brought her to him. She could be anorexic or she could just have a nourishment problem. He shook his head as he scanned over the poorly treated girl. She had bruises covering her body and a few deep cuts. On her arm she had bad burns. He tended to her wounds and stitched her up. 

 He rolled her down to the room across from his. This was the room all the new incoming trauma patients stayed in. Just in case they needed him in the middle of the night

"Push Fentanyl in her i.v. Hook her up to the heart monitors." Harry told the nurse outside of the room.

 He went up to the head nurse, who was known as Mama. She was a sweet loving, older lady, but if you hurt one of her kids, well patients, she would bring you hell.

 "Hey Mama." Harry greeted her.

 "Tough day?" She asked 

 "You could say that." He sighed. "Hey they just gave us another patient today but I didn't receive their chart, could you get me that?"

 "Have it right here, they dropped it off in a garbage bag. They just better be glad I haven't gotten attached to this one yet." Mama ranted.

"Thanks" Harry said taking the chart back to his room. His room was an apartment. It had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. He didn't mind living in the hospital, especially since he didn't have to pay rent. 

 He threw the chart on his bed before grabbing a fresh pair of boxers and heading to the bathroom. He stripped of his clothes and got into the steaming shower. He rubbed his hands over his face and stood there for a long time. He couldn't get that girl  out of his mind. Her pale face stained with blood and purple bruises, her auburn hair tattered and knotted. Curiosity filled his mind as to how this happened. He shook it off and finished taking his shower.

 Harry picked up the chart and started going through it. He learned the patient's name was Arabella Payne. She didn't have a trace of a malnourished problem, so that probably meant she had anorexia. 

 He tried to go through more of the chart but his eyes kept drooping, he kept trying to fight it until he fell into a dreamless sleep.