Short Stories from Short Works from Short Brain

I didn't know how it all started. In fact, I even vividly remember how I first met him a year ago. Everything was blurred to me. Just like pieces of old pictures, you see those faces yet you couldn't remember who they were and what they were. You just knew that this person was (maybe) your great-great-great grandpa and the kid who is smiling at the picture was some of your distant relatives that you didn't know the whereabout. Then you started to wonder where and how they lived during that time. Wartime could be quite exciting but you know that there is no excitement during war. It were all loss, sadness, blood and tears. You remember nothing, even you try to forget about it. Forget about loss, tears and war.

However there are some things that you could hold into your memories though. For example the smells, the sounds, the weather, the smile.

Yes.
Funny though, from all the things that I have forgotten, I still remember his smile. His brilliant smile and twinkle on his eyes at that time.

"It's like a deja-vu," he told me at that time.

Or was I wrong? Well, I only remembered the 'deja-vu' part.

"Seemed that I have seen you before. At this very time, at this very condition and," he smiled again, "Well, at this circumstances."

I remember the paramedics screamed loudly, asking for more blood donor. The crimson red liquid that flowed beneath my fingers couldn't be stopped. He smiled again, only this time it was kinda bitter.

"GIVE ME THE O DONOR!"

"CALL THE E.R. TEAM! WE NEED BACK-UP!"

The screams of the paramedic team were buzzed inside my head. I really need to focus. My team members were contacted the other back-up to help us out. This guy really needs help.
I couldn't help myself stop looking at the blood that flowing. It was horrible. I assumed it was a gank-hit. Someone stabbed this man with a knife and it ran deep.

He still smiled. "So," he said, "Could you save me, miss?"

I barely noticed his words. The only thing that was became my focus was how to stop the goddamn bleeding that could take away his life. "Please stop talking," I whispered. My hands still trying to sew the hole at his stomach. I even could see his rib-bones, "Save your energy, sir. You really need to save your energy, if not you could die."

Die. Death. Dead.

I didn't want to talk about it. It's just too horrible to say, especially in front of the patients. It would break their heart. But I was just couldn't helped it.

He smiled. Again.

It curious me even up to now about how often he smiled. Looked like he was so calm, prepared for anything, even for the worst.

"Ah. Death," he smiled with his eyes closed. I was just too afraid that he'll passed away, "Whatever will be, will be. Que sera sera, eh?" he opened his eyes then looked at me. His eyes were brilliant blue and maybe I was just dreaming but seemed that at that time I could see some twinkles on his eyes.

"You are not afraid of death?" I whispered.

"Some times I'm afraid, some times I'm not," he gave a weak laugh, "And some times I'm that fuckingly afraid."

I smiled. Maybe for the very first time.

"You have a very beautiful smile, miss," he smiled, "Why don't you try to be a model?"

I shook my head, "No. It just doesn't, well, suit me."

"So you prefer to saving lives, don't you?" he asked me again.

"Please stop talking now, you're bleeding hard," I told him.

"Oh, the blood!" he scoffed, "I'm saying you, miss, that this thing is nothing, compared for what I have done."

"So you are saying that you done other things that even worse than bleeding?" I asked him again. Looks like I couldn't keep this man shut up. Neither do he interested in doing so.

"I have done many, many things. Some are noble," he coughed weakly, "And some are, well, devilish," he smiled.

"That's human," I explained to him. A paramedic guy gave me a bag of O-type blood, "Thank you," I mumbled to him. Instantly I put the tube and gave him blood infution. "You could feel better with this. At least we got you some blood," I told that man, "And I will just finish this thing."

He smiled, rather eagerly, "I knew that you could save me. I knew that you are an angel!"

"No, I am not," I shook my head, "I'm just a mere human. And my profession asked me to do this kind of stuffs."

"Well, this is not only any 'kind of stuffs'," suddenly he touched my hand. I startled, looked up and our eyes met. "You saved lives," he said it again. This time without smile.

I turned away my face, "Whatever you say," I told him.

"Do you got boyfriend? Husband?" he asked me again.

I shook my head, "Too busy with my own life. No time for relationship."

"You should have one," said him, nearly a whisper, "Yes, maybe you feel content with your life, but somehow you feel that there is a hole inside your heart. And one time, you will realize that you need somebody."

"I've seen many relationships that ended with failure," I told him. Rather short and harsh, maybe. "Many, many failures," I continued.

He was silent. Too silent, I think.

"Yes, but then there are ways to cure it," he told me again.

"I know that. But sometimes it just didn't work," I took scissors. My hands were fully red.

"But at least we're trying," he smiled again. This time, his eyes closed again.

"Well, if that so, be careful then. Never let yourself get stabbed by a gank of thugs out there on the street. You know that nighttime could be really dangerous," I replied, kinda sarcastic.

He gave a weak laugh, "Thank you for that. I'll remember it."

"Okay, it's all done," I looked at him straight into his eyes. That brilliant blue eyes with twinkles. Just like a five-years-old boy. Eager to see life and learn about anything new. I know that spirit, long time ago. A very long time ago.

I felt a soft touch at my arm. It was the nurse. She whispered several words to me. I nodded.

"Okay, thank you," I smiled at the nurse as she smiled back and went away.

"The nurse told me that Mom has been calling like nuts before, asking about your condition," I told the man, "Get well soon, Dad. Don't let yourself too tired, okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack when those guys brought you in. Never in my whole life I expected that one day I will treat my own father that got injuries."

He smiled again. Then he nodded.

"Thank you," he whispered.

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To answer Arya's review, unfortunately (while for me, it is 'fortunately' though :D) every story here is short story, so there is no continuity of this story. And about the details, well, my bad :P Actually the girl's parents divorced long time ago and she hasn't seen her dad for such a long time. Well, she remembers her father of course, but she rarely meet her fathers. But I know that I'm pretty bad at details :P Will fix it next time. And now I'm looking for inspirations :D