Topic: A Doctors Heartache

Jordan McKell

Date: 2008-05-25 23:44 EST
What happens to a man when He spills his heart on a page and He watches words flow away then His feelings lie on the page alone There waiting For someone who cares to read them To open their eyes to see them To see if they can make his thoughts their own To find out that maybe your life's not perfect Maybe it's not worth what he gives away

You can see that this broken soul is bleeding So you can see your feelings inside yourself And wander through my heart Letting you see through me Now only consumes me Forget your pain, watch me fall apart

What happens to a soul when It's trapped inside his emotions And all of these words he's spoken They bind him to the life he's left behind And every new step he takes He knows that he might not make it To all of these dreams that he has yet to find

Maybe your life's not perfect But maybe it's not worth what he gives away You can see that this broken soul is bleeding So you can see your feelings inside yourself And wander through my heart Letting you see through me Now only consumes me Forget your pain and watch me fall apart

You can see that this broken soul is bleeding So you can see your feelings inside yourself And wander through my heart Letting you see through me Now only consumes me Forget your pain and watch me fall apart As I fall apart

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The young man lay in the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling. In the darkness of the room he reached up to gently touch the bandage that wrapped around his head. "Why was this happening again?" he thought to himself. He knew, just as the doctors did, that there wasn't going to be much more they could do for him if this last operation didn't work. It was his seventh in less than two years and as he stared upwards he continued to wonder, and not for the first time, where his life had gone. The door swung open slowly and his hazel eyes shifted from the ceiling to the nurse walking through the door. In her hand was the blessed pain medicine that would, at least for a little bit, allow him to be his normal self. The nurse quickly twisted the syringe onto the IV and pressed the plunger, emptying the narcotic into his blood stream quickly and as it started to take effect she could see a little bit of life and vigor return to the young man. As the nurse detached the syringe from the IV port and turned to leave another shadow fell across the doorway and the nurse jumped a little bit as the young doctor startled her. "Dr. McKell, you startled me?"

Doctor Jordan McKell stood in the doorway and smiled almost sheepishly at the nurse. "I'm sorry, Karen. I just wanted to see how our friend was doing here." Karen turned her head to look back at the young man in the bed and smiled sadly. It seemed that the all to brief life and vigor that was restored to him was lost to the world of dreamless sleep as his eyes had fallen closed, his breathing slow and even. "I'm afraid he's not doing very well, Doctor. He's needed even more of the pain meds as the night has gone on and has already started complaining of a headache." The young doctor shook her head, strands of fiery red hair falling into her face to cover her emerald eyes. She knew right then and there that there would be nothing more she could do for him. All her skill, all her knowledge, and she was at a loss to help the young man who was just coming into the prime of his life. The nurse slipped past her and out into the hall to continue with her duties, but Jordan stood there a while longer, just staring at the young man. Research would take time, she knew, and it was time that he may not have. They had become quite friendly over the last year and a half, well as friendly as a doctor can get with a patient, and she felt helpless as she stood there watching him sleep. There were just too many things that could go wrong from here on out and at that thought the tears began to flow from her eyes.