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Children of Death
#WritcoStoryPrompt80
The study for a disease that puzzled doctors and scientists for centuries has been continued. On the first day, 10 good doctors passed away due to the disease. What in the world is going on?
Write a story about same.
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It was a cold night for sure, when a body limp as a fish dropped down on the sixth floor. Maya her name was, a victim to an uncommon cold. Unknown to those who knew her, what had her was something new and unexpected.
Theodore, a man not older than forty, was an honest man. Paid his taxes right on time, but never paid attention to his dear wife. Frantically he rushed his beloved to a nearby hospital. Out of shame, out of guilt.
It was an emergency, yes it was. Nurses rushed to her aid, on a hospital bed she was carried far into the abyss.
"Doctor, what must we do?", asked one of them in fear. If only he knew, for this woman in front of him was not the first patient with this exact problem. But as a doctor, there was only one thing he could do. Try.
Tears fell from the eyes of a loved one. The heart has conducted a coup on the mind. "How could I let this happen", thought he, as he watched his wife lie helplessly.
It hurt. There was nothing in the world to comfort him as he clutched his heart. Was it guilt? Or was it helplessness? No one knows, not even his legs which trembled down to the weight of his entire being.
He couldn't breathe. Not even guilt can come to this, now can it? Life betrayed him, for now he was staring at Death's eyes.
"Come, dear child", said she, as she offered her gracious hand. Hesitated, he didn't move one bit. "Am I dead?", he asked her.
Hearing such a ridiculous question, especially when it was very obvious judging by how stereotypically accurate she was as a reaper, she let out a giggle. "Why of course, child. Now are you not going to take my hand?".
He looked at his wife's body, which seemed to be trying to survive.
And he saw, the doctor?
A brisk of light embraced him as he saw his wife smiling at him. "I'm here, dear. Shall we go together?".
He couldn't believe it. His wife, whom he had failed to take care of, was there in front of him. Not at the slightlest a hint of grudge against him.
"I'm so sorry, my dear". His hands were shaking as he looked away. At least he would, if Maya's hand didn't stop him.
With a warm smile she caressed her husband. "I never had regrets, and nor should you. We lived a life in peace because of you. And we have never had a single enemy because of you. That was all I could ever ask for in a man I spend my life with".
"Now stop blaming yourself for the inevitable".
Nowhere else to go, they followed Death as she led them to the peaceful Afterlife.
While the doctor never did find the light. He waited and he looked. Still in a hundred years there was no cure. And he vowed to help every living doctor to at least try finding one.
Knowing this Death watched him in pity. For she knows, there is never a cure for an Apocalypse.
© akirana
The study for a disease that puzzled doctors and scientists for centuries has been continued. On the first day, 10 good doctors passed away due to the disease. What in the world is going on?
Write a story about same.
...
It was a cold night for sure, when a body limp as a fish dropped down on the sixth floor. Maya her name was, a victim to an uncommon cold. Unknown to those who knew her, what had her was something new and unexpected.
Theodore, a man not older than forty, was an honest man. Paid his taxes right on time, but never paid attention to his dear wife. Frantically he rushed his beloved to a nearby hospital. Out of shame, out of guilt.
It was an emergency, yes it was. Nurses rushed to her aid, on a hospital bed she was carried far into the abyss.
"Doctor, what must we do?", asked one of them in fear. If only he knew, for this woman in front of him was not the first patient with this exact problem. But as a doctor, there was only one thing he could do. Try.
Tears fell from the eyes of a loved one. The heart has conducted a coup on the mind. "How could I let this happen", thought he, as he watched his wife lie helplessly.
It hurt. There was nothing in the world to comfort him as he clutched his heart. Was it guilt? Or was it helplessness? No one knows, not even his legs which trembled down to the weight of his entire being.
He couldn't breathe. Not even guilt can come to this, now can it? Life betrayed him, for now he was staring at Death's eyes.
"Come, dear child", said she, as she offered her gracious hand. Hesitated, he didn't move one bit. "Am I dead?", he asked her.
Hearing such a ridiculous question, especially when it was very obvious judging by how stereotypically accurate she was as a reaper, she let out a giggle. "Why of course, child. Now are you not going to take my hand?".
He looked at his wife's body, which seemed to be trying to survive.
And he saw, the doctor?
A brisk of light embraced him as he saw his wife smiling at him. "I'm here, dear. Shall we go together?".
He couldn't believe it. His wife, whom he had failed to take care of, was there in front of him. Not at the slightlest a hint of grudge against him.
"I'm so sorry, my dear". His hands were shaking as he looked away. At least he would, if Maya's hand didn't stop him.
With a warm smile she caressed her husband. "I never had regrets, and nor should you. We lived a life in peace because of you. And we have never had a single enemy because of you. That was all I could ever ask for in a man I spend my life with".
"Now stop blaming yourself for the inevitable".
Nowhere else to go, they followed Death as she led them to the peaceful Afterlife.
While the doctor never did find the light. He waited and he looked. Still in a hundred years there was no cure. And he vowed to help every living doctor to at least try finding one.
Knowing this Death watched him in pity. For she knows, there is never a cure for an Apocalypse.
© akirana
