The Wounds Time Doesn’t Heal: Caitlin
“Good afternoon Mr. Bicopsi,” Caitlin greeted as she walked into the exam room where her current patient was. She had been seeing the man every couple of months for almost three years but that wasn’t where they first met.
Even now Caitlin could remember the hellscape that took over Pansaw the day of the Nephilim’s attack, and how she hadn’t wasted a second going in to save those she could. If she closed her eyes she could see clear as day the man before her, pinned under debris and screaming for help. As she went through, checking his vitals she caught flashes of his thoughts that mirrored her own. It was impossible to forget that day, especially near the anniversary.
“Well it looks like you’re doing rather well recently. I know it’s been difficult given everything and I’m proud of you for not giving up.” He had been in rough shape when she found him. Broken bones, lacerations, internal bleeding, she thought more than once that he wouldn’t make it but soldiers, even former ones, have though spirits. “Just make sure you keep up with therapy, and I’m extending your prescription. I’d like to see you in another three months for another check-up.”
It was a rather short appointment but as Caitlin watched him leave in his wheelchair, she was reminded that unfortunately there were some wounds time couldn’t heal.