don't go, please

my cousin brother was ill in the midnight. i had to help him to teaching hospital. there he improved quickly and a few tests confirmed there was nothing to worry about him. but it is not the reason why i am doing this post. it was a critically injured child worker in the emergency ward.

the 15 year old was a worker at a construction site when he fell down from 3rd floor of a building. the fall had broken his neck and back bone. he was brought to the emergency ward unconscious; his young body drenched in blood, his eyes unresponsive. the doctors put a pipe in his neck probably to prevent choking and administered oxygen. the way the team of doctors were trying one could sense that was the last effort to save him.

back on desk two doctors in white suits were discussing the situation. now, i don't expect any medical professional to be swept away in emotion - i know they don't have to - but the way one of the doctors held a quick chat with colleague and declared the boy would 'die anyway' left me only with questions how a doctor on duty in emergency ward be so less bothered about unconscious and about-to-die 15 year old.

back in corner i saw other two doctors in green suits who were giving their best effort in treating the boy. i still think they too didn't think the boy had a survival chance but at least doing what they could to ease the pain. one of the doctors in green suit was engrossed so much that he had sweat in forehead - so focused as if his own life did depend on that kid. it was a sharp contrast.

the doctor's team was convinced after a while that the boy wouldn't survive the night. his right hand was out of the cover, hanging down the bed. an old woman, not sure if she was his mother, had tears rolling down her eyes. she looked at the young boy's face, saying, "don't go, please!"