Wreck of the Day
Addison stood in a derelict corner of the hospital lobby watching the rain bounce off the window. Outside a man was leading his small daughter towards their car, his arm wrapped around her tiny frame sheltering her from the elements. However nothing could have protected either of them from the news Addie had delivered earlier that day The man’s wife and unborn baby had both passed during surgery. The operation itself had been a long shot, a last ditch attempt at a miracle that Addie couldn't provide. Despite this, she had remained hopeful to the last second and the time of death left her mouth. Deep down she knew there was nothing more she could have done . Despite this awareness Addison couldn't help but dwell on the fact whenever that young girl thought of the day her family got ripped apart Addie's face would be the one to appear.
Attempting to compose herself before she was spotted by one of the hopsitals gossip patrol otherwise known as the nurses Addison cleared her throat. Running her hands through her hair, she turned to head towards the neonatal wing. This was the thing about being a surgeon there was very little time to recover from losing a patient before another arrived and the clock reset itself again. Instead the woman who passed on her table would visit her in the next few days via her nightmares.
Colliding with a body in front of her the red head looked up “ Sorry I didn't see you there-- Excuse me” she explained with a small sad smile.