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Beyond borders : A doctor's struggle in the wilderness...
#WritcoStoryPrompt12
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?....
In the remote village, the old woman lay on a makeshift bed, her frail body trembling with each labored breath. As a doctor, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing me. The nearest hospital was hours away, and resources were scarce. I knelt beside her, feeling utterly helpless.
I tried to ease her suffering with what little medication I had, but it seemed futile against the grip of death. The villagers gathered around, their worried faces reflecting my own despair.
In that moment of desperation, I realized that sometimes, all we can offer is comfort and compassion. I held her hand, offering words of solace, knowing they were feeble against the impending loss.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, her breathing slowed, her tired eyes closing for the final time. In the silence that followed, I felt a profound sense of defeat and sorrow.
But amidst the grief, there was also a glimmer of acceptance. In this remote corner of the world, where resources were scarce and miracles rare, all we could do was be present in the face of death, offering what little comfort we could muster....!!!
© dil ki kalam se.. "paalu"
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?....
In the remote village, the old woman lay on a makeshift bed, her frail body trembling with each labored breath. As a doctor, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing me. The nearest hospital was hours away, and resources were scarce. I knelt beside her, feeling utterly helpless.
I tried to ease her suffering with what little medication I had, but it seemed futile against the grip of death. The villagers gathered around, their worried faces reflecting my own despair.
In that moment of desperation, I realized that sometimes, all we can offer is comfort and compassion. I held her hand, offering words of solace, knowing they were feeble against the impending loss.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, her breathing slowed, her tired eyes closing for the final time. In the silence that followed, I felt a profound sense of defeat and sorrow.
But amidst the grief, there was also a glimmer of acceptance. In this remote corner of the world, where resources were scarce and miracles rare, all we could do was be present in the face of death, offering what little comfort we could muster....!!!
© dil ki kalam se.. "paalu"
