Torrents of remorse washing over her, she stared at the body through a haze of overwhelming regret and shattering guilt. It was all her fault, all her fault.
She had taken a life in her urgency to save another. She was the criminal, but she had no time to contemplate it. She had to hurry, or it would be too late, and soon she would be the murderer of two children.
She knelt on the ground and gazed grievously at her unsuspecting victim. Tears held no importance now, unless they had the miraculous power to turn back time. However, if somebody found out, she would be arrested, and the person waiting for her to save his life would die, too. She couldn’t let that happen.
She glanced around frantically, hoping against hope that no one had seen her. She turned and regarded the body again, her mind buzzing. She didn’t know what to do. As a doctor, she had never been trained for what to do after she killed someone, only what to do after she saved a life.
Her heart beat wildly as she briskly walked back to her car. The winter night was cold, and the mist hung around in the air, thick and overwhelming. The chilling wind whipped her hair around her face, and she felt the freezing mist numbing her toes. Ignoring that and the loud bells of alarm in her head, she popped open the trunk and peered inside. Tossing a few boxes and loose newspapers aside, she grabbed a big, black garbage bag. As she stared at it, the plan clicked, and she swallowed a lump in her throat. It had come down to this, she was reduced to doing something ghastly and sick, not to save her own skin, but just to buy enough time to save another’s life.
She made her way back to the figure lying crumbled, cold and lifeless on the ground. She fought back a fresh surge of nausea as she looked at the little girl who, with the small eyes and pert nose, didn’t look older than seven.
The doctor had had no time to swerve when the little girl had run out in front of the speeding car. With no clue as to why or where the girl had come from, she could only hope that it had been quick, and that the girl had died on impact.
She picked up the little body. As gently as she could, she pulled the garbage bag over the head and soon, it had swallowed the body. ‘I’m sorry’, the doctor whispered to the little dead girl.
The doctor looked around at the deserted roads. Revolted at the idea, yet having no choice, she walked to the edge of the cliff and tossed the bag over into the water.
Then she hopped into her car and drove off, fingers crossed and praying that the ten-year old boy was still alive when she got to the hospital.
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Hit and Run
قصص عامةA surgeon is forced to make a decision that will both save a life and make her a murderer.
