SAMPLE READS - Behind the Eclipse

‘George!’ I was preparing the medicine tray when Dr. Michael yelled in the ward. I did not know how I got there, but I found myself near the bed of the boy who was trembling vigorously with convulsions. I immediately tried to turn the boy face down position for reducing the impact of fever seizure and when I noticed that he had already started bleeding from his mouth and nose.
I realized that the boy would not make it and suggested Dr. Michael to relocate the boy to a ward where more critical patients had been so that his sister would not witness the death of her brother whom she was always concerned of.
In less than 40 minutes after the relocation, the boy passed away leaving a permanent psychological scar in me. George II came to my mind. I could not imagine anything else and my mind was completely empty except the sharp pain I felt in my wrist. I looked at my wrist wondering what happened. Between the sleeve of the protective jacket and the glows, an area of my skin had been exposed while struggling to stabilize the boy and probably, I could have hit a sharp end of a metal bed or a chair. There was a small cut which was slightly bleeding. I was relieved assuming that it was my blood. But I was not fully convinced that I was safe. I rushed to the washing area and rolled up the sleeve of the protection gear a bit. Blood stains on the sleeves in the other side of my wrist froze me for a while.
In less than a few seconds, my father, grandmother, Oldman and the Reverend Philip showed up inside my eyes. All of them were in black clothes in a valley where there were nothing but tombstones. In the following moment, I saw myself walking along a passage lead to a silver line that separated me and those who were in black dresses. I looked behind and saw my family at the other cusp of the passage. They looked mournful. I wanted to wave them but I was afraid that they would cross the silver line that I was about to cross.