Ana s Thouts

How naive, isn't it !?" Ana turned and walked over to the patient. Scott stayed pensive, for God's sake, so why did she say that? Such an answer to that. Anna seemed to understand David. She kept thinking about the pain in his eyes and why he was like that. A new day dawned, Ebola sufferers and war wounded from neighboring states arrived. Ana's day has started hard, the wounded on all sides, doctors and medical workers, are running to save lives. Ana wore a white coat, though she didn't need one. They were all in civilian clothes. Aside from being very hot to wear a coat instead of short sleeves, it doesn’t matter to stick to protocol. There is no place for protocol. It is important to save human life. It's like that every day. People are coming, screaming and moaning from all sides. Ana didn't know anything about it, she stood petrified, although she was used to watching everything. Daniel approached, saying - "For God's sake, do something, don't just stand there and take off that coat, you look ridiculous!"

"Yeah, I didn't know!" Ana approached a wounded man whose leg had been wounded and infected. He was unconscious. Amputation was necessary. The man was raving. The first amputation went well, the next did not. The next patient was a wounded man whose leg did not heal at all. He was probably a sugar daddy. His leg has already been cut several times, constantly due to the spreading infection. Probably a doctor's negligence. The foot was amputated first, then the lower leg. The arduous process is not over yet. The pain was unbearable, the man just screamed and said - "Don't, not just the leg, no!" - as if it were his first amputation. It is, I guess, human, because when you lose something of your own, some part of yourself, then you keep so little of what little you have left. You cling to it as tightly as to the pupil of your eye, but you get into a situation where you can no longer see the tree from the forest. So says that folk proverb. Then one does not realize that he has already lost everything and that he is holding himself like a drowned man for a straw like a madman who clings to his hallucinations, imagination, madness, characters, as if they are something valuable. Then Ana jerked out of her thoughts, approached him and took his hand, telling him - "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine, just calm down!" - always those same doctor's shabby words. The man did not calm down. He took her hand, just saying, "Can you help me?" Ana tried everything, she told her sister to give him morphine, not to feel pain, but that didn't help either. She lost control, at one point she stopped, stared around and all she saw was flying in front of her eyes. It all happened in seconds: pale scenes of people struggling, screaming, shouting, cries for help, screams, screams and people running in all directions to help, to do something, to get stuck, to spill medical supplies. It was clear to her that not everything could be done according to the regulations and everything was hygienic at that speed. How could it be? People with torn shirts, pants, all bloody. She saw Daniel, Scott, they were all blown up. They worked fast, and yet, so calmly, slowly. The voices that were heard, now strong, now quiet, as in a fog. Suddenly she started and she knew what to do! She took a bottle of whiskey that was on the side table and put it in the man's mouth, holding his hands so he couldn't resist, and told them to cut. The man fainted from the pain and the whiskey he swallowed without feeling anything. Ana's coat was all bloody. She took a piece of her coat and wrapped it around the man's leg. When it was all over, Daniel approached and said -