YOUNG GIRL RESCUED FROM HOUSE FIRE.
ONE SURVIVOR IN TENEMENT EXPLOSION.
UNKNOWN IF THERE WERE OTHER OCCUPANTS AT THE TIME OF THE FIRE..
...GIRL UNHARMED IN WEST END BLAST
He didn't know why it was that time didn't follow her quite right
Madi sat upright in her bed. Monitors flashed with numbers and symbols that didn't make any sense to her. People in scrubs said she was fine. They said she was lucky. Her eyes kept moving to the window. All she could make out was blazing blue sky but not much else. Eyes drift back to the door, one of many such looks. A few wards down she'd heard panic. A death. A girl her age. Dead.
Madi looked back out the window, away from the rushing staff that fleeted past her door. Fingers pushed the blanket away and she slid from the bed. Ran. Rhy'Din Memorial Hospital left behind her.
"Delores, where's our patient?"
The nurse removed her reading glasses from her nose and stood from behind the registrar's desk. Surprise lit up her otherwise dour face. "Doctor, I didn't even see—"
Doctor Lew rubbed the heel of his hand down his forehead and sighed. The streetkids always did this. The ward had been preoccupied by the emergency in Ward C. He felt sick. He had wanted to monitor the girls breathing, for at least the night. Now she was gone again. Security came to his side. "I'll go do a search", one offered. "Don't", Lew replied, hands on hips. "Just....let her go. Just let her go..." He shook his head, resign chilling through his stomach, and he turned abruptly, and headed towards Ward C. Sometimes, you just had to let the kids go.
Clad only in her hospital shift, Madi ran like some white specter down the narrow alleys and towards the one place she did remember. The blue warehouse with a Tree of Life painted on the shuttered doors. Hope against hope, it might still be unused.
He didn't know why it was that time didn't follow her quite right
Madi sat upright in her bed. Monitors flashed with numbers and symbols that didn't make any sense to her. People in scrubs said she was fine. They said she was lucky. Her eyes kept moving to the window. All she could make out was blazing blue sky but not much else. Eyes drift back to the door, one of many such looks. A few wards down she'd heard panic. A death. A girl her age. Dead.
Madi looked back out the window, away from the rushing staff that fleeted past her door. Fingers pushed the blanket away and she slid from the bed. Ran. Rhy'Din Memorial Hospital left behind her.
"Delores, where's our patient?"
The nurse removed her reading glasses from her nose and stood from behind the registrar's desk. Surprise lit up her otherwise dour face. "Doctor, I didn't even see—"
Doctor Lew rubbed the heel of his hand down his forehead and sighed. The streetkids always did this. The ward had been preoccupied by the emergency in Ward C. He felt sick. He had wanted to monitor the girls breathing, for at least the night. Now she was gone again. Security came to his side. "I'll go do a search", one offered. "Don't", Lew replied, hands on hips. "Just....let her go. Just let her go..." He shook his head, resign chilling through his stomach, and he turned abruptly, and headed towards Ward C. Sometimes, you just had to let the kids go.
Clad only in her hospital shift, Madi ran like some white specter down the narrow alleys and towards the one place she did remember. The blue warehouse with a Tree of Life painted on the shuttered doors. Hope against hope, it might still be unused.