As I lay dying, I heard excited voices discussing my impending arrival; over the screams and panting of my mother in labour …
Cassandra stood in front of the window with the curtains gently lapping her delicate ankles. The moonlight bathed her body in an eerie glow, Ramon could see her body outlined through the sheer cloth of her night dress, and it was obvious she was as naked as the day she was born underneath the chamois. He held her gently in his strong arms, his rough hands sliding over her smooth delicate pale skin. He slipped the thin spaghetti like strap of the satin night dress off her one shoulder; the moonlight fell on the gentle slope of her smooth breast. The gentle curve of the breast was exposed to the moonlight and cast a haunting shadow in the valley between her breasts.
Ramon gazed down into her pale green eyes, he noticed for the first time that there were small flecks of brown in them, almost as if he was gazing into a distant valley, he felt himself falling into the forest of her eyes. His rough workers hands gently slide down the slope of her shoulder to rest on the top her small delicate breast. A small sigh escaped from her dry lips, she gently snaked her tongue out to moisten them, and they glinted moist, damp and inviting in the pale full moon. She slide her hands inside his shirt which was already half undone. She ran her hands through his chest hair and was amazed to find that it was soft and silky, not rough or hard as she imagined, although she felt something else stirring and getting firm. Ramon pulled Cassie firmly against his chest, his fine chest hairs gently caressed her half exposed breast, she gasped as she felt his passion for her and it caused a strange feeling to grow in the pit of her stomach, something she had never felt before, but had heard the chambermaids talking about this, when they thought she was out of earshot. He nestled his mouth against her smooth skin of her exposed neck, with his tongue he gently probed and felt her life blood pumping through her delicate neck. He slid his tongue along the nape of her neck and proceeded to gently nibble on her ear, Cassie gasped in a mixture of passion, excitement and apprehension……..
Turning to the nurse, Mike waited to be told why he was being called to give urgent medical assistance to a patient who might already be dead.As Mike had just walked from the trauma unit, past these all to familiar surroundings; the cheap grey paint peeling of the walls with damp seeping through, the smell of blocked toilets and flooded urinals, blood lying congealing on the floor from the last few patients, the smell of vomit and urine soaked linen, the sounds of patients in pain and family members in tears. He entered the room where the patient lay, he heard before he saw, an elderly lady who he took to be the patient’s mother sobbing loudly.
Up until this point the evening had been uneventful. If you could call working in a regional hospital that serviced a population of around 200 000 people, where supplies where few and even basic essentials such as gloves and needles were in short supply, or on some evenings non existent. There had been just the usual walk in patients at both the medical and trauma units, the hospital still had not caught on with the rest of the medical world and merged these units into one rapid assessment and treatment centre, but this lack of planning was evident all around you.
Despite the victory I walked away depressed; notwithstanding the effuse thanks from her mother whilst her daughter was holding my hand, and the thanks from the nursing staff who said that I had saved her life; I felt I was just delaying the inevitable, and a question kept nagging at me: “Who decides who lives or dies?”