It was just a normal day.

A day witnessing people at the end of their life, struggling and fighting to stay for another day . "it's just a normal day", I tell myself while working .

I love my job,

taking care of people, and knowing that I am making difference in someone's life makes me happy.

But knowing that people are grateful for what I do is fulfilling, however, today was different from those fulfilling days, my task today was to change the clothing of people that could not be grateful for what I've done to help them.

Today was chore day,

All the coworkers could say other wise, but we all knew it was true, sadly what saddens the most, was to help clean and take care of young men who seemed like they had a bright future, and for the bitterness of us all, we had one such person.

He had been here the longest, seeing this young man chained down makes a person wonder what their life could have been, would he be in university by now?, Probably not, he would have graduated already.

This person seemed like a smart kid, with a gentle expression, he seemed like he was having such a beautiful dream, it made it all the more painful to watch.

Thinking of the life this kid could have had, and the impact of what it could have been truly is the bitterness of a nurse's job, to think-

"what if?..."

What if he would have married?, What if he could have saved many lives?, what if the impact this person caused changed the world?, what if-

he just wakes up...?

at this point I cannot keep looking, and move my gaze away, realizing that I am now the last one in the room , only thing I can blame daydreaming, I turn back and start cleaning my tools.

It's just a chore day, I tell myself as I am finishing up, and closing the cabinets, I've been feeling like eyes have been on me for the last 15 minutes and I just wanna hurry up and move on to start work, with a sigh, I now start walking towards the door and give my last glimpse to, 'what it could have been', but what I see now are unreadable eyes staring into my soul.

I don't know what to do.

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I opened my eyes, but the first thing that registered in my brain wasn't what I could see, but the feelings from what I couldn't— sadness, despair, agony, loss... all these feelings that I didn't understand but could register in my brain without knowing what they meant.

What is agony? What is despair? I do not know, but I could feel it.

My brain tried connecting these feelings to words.

However, there were also opposite feelings, such as happiness, relief, the feeling of knowing the end of a loved one was coming, but being happy about getting to spend time together... These feelings somehow made more sense and familiar to me.

This place was like a soup with salt and sugar for the soul, it tasted foul, and only then did my eyes process the whiteness of the room I was in.

This place looked simple. A bed, comfortable and clean, cabinets with all sorts of tools that looked like they had never been touched before.

Staring at colors that please and calm the mind, I am still clueless as to where I am, but there was a woman dressed in simple blue clothing— probably a nurse, who just looked my way.

Her eyes shot wide open, in which I can feel a faint sense of panic— like something that shouldn't have happened did. I looked at her chest and her feelings seemed to turn from shock and panic to that of witnessing a miracle—

But what is a miracle?