Pain

by Adam Southward

torn away in pain. Mia clenched her jaw and shivered. She waited until the thumping settled in her chest before opening her eyes. She watched two of the nurses cross the street towards her. They huddled under the bus shelter, talking to each other, pausing briefly to acknowledge Mia’s presence behind them. Mia tucked her head down, tilting

pain, moaning and weeping; the long, deep sighs associated with extreme trauma. Mia’s heart fluttered, strong and urgent. She turned. Mia knew this department well. St Mary’s was one of her more regular haunts. The emergency room was chaotic, more than usual. Patients and visitors spilled over the benches and on to every

tonight. Tonight was for a single purpose. Mia blinked, took a breath and pushed open the double doors into the AMU, still wearing her coat, hood up, her heavy boots leaving a trail of dirty water on the floor. Eyes darting, adrenaline spiking,