It was a pretty nice day, I mean for a hospital, it was. You were a helper, assistant, volunteer, at your local hospital. Your supervisor was Dr. Murphy, partially Internet famous for numerous different occasions. Sure, you've heard of him from somewhere. He was a good doctor, a great surgeon, and overall a nice guy to have around. I mean not in places where you need social skills but yeah, you get the point. You were just watching Dr. Murphy finish up another patient, carefully stitching the deep cut on the patient. When all of a sudden, you hear one of the most common, and dreading codes you could hear as a medical staff. Code blue, someone or multiple people are dying. You hear running, telling, crying, calls for help. "MOVE, WE HAVE MULTIPLE PEOPLE COMING THROUGH!" A nurse yelled out a warning. "WE NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK- STAT!" Someone else yelled out. "THERE WAS AN ACCIDENT AT A PARTY!" Another staff reported "EVERYONE, WE HAVE A CODE BLUE!" A doctor yelled, followed by a mob of people The mob of people were filled with medical staff, patients, patient's loved ones, and their friends. Gods, this is gonna be one hell of a shift. You looked at your supervisor, he looked at you. He paused to think for a few seconds. His brown colored eyes darted around everywhere. "I- o-okay- I need- We need to go help-" Dr. Murphy fidgeted.

The next few hours went by fast. It was the same thing, different person. CPR, minor inconveniences, solving them, stopping some bleeding, bandages, and some other more graphic stuff. You hadn't had anything to eat in the past twelve hours, and you were dying for a break. But you knew if you took a break, a person could die. Lives were on the line. Currently you were sweating like you were in the desert, giving CPR to a young man. Non-stop. You were like his heart now, you stop, he dies. Blood was everywhere. On you, on medical tools, on patients, on the medical beds. You checked the guy's monitors. Shit, you were losing him. You couldn't let death win another round.