Night Shift Ghosts
by Joanna
IM Working as a nurse in a big hospital. During that time I was on a night shift where hours would seemed eternity to wait for the break of dawn. To keep ourselves from falling asleep, me and my nurse friends would talk about a lot of things, especially ghost stories, to perk us up while doing our charting. Then events took place during my shift: someone died in the emergency room; a group of people were admitted due to a vehicular accident; another patient is in emergency code... all these are pretty normal to me since I deal with these kind of things everyday.
Then en I remembered that I have to go to the pharmacy downstairs to get some medicine for my patient, which will be due to be given a little later. So I hurried to the nearby elevator to get to my destination in the ground floor (I'm from the fourth floor). I was with a man inside the elevator then, and I'm happy because at least I have somebody with me, although I did not know him. As we were going down, we suddenly stopped on the second floor and a little boy about five years old wants to get inside, but immediately I pressed the close button leaving the boy behind.
The stranger asked me, why I did not let the little boy ride with us? I told him that he looks like the same child who died the other day; we tried to resuscitate him, but eventually he just died. And second floor was the pediatric ward where the boy had died. Then the stranger ask me again, how can you be so sure? Is it because he's wearing this same tag in my wrist? (raising his arm to show me)...
I was speechless, and I thought I was going to faint. That's when I noticed that the stranger was wearing a hospital gown. He looks oddly familiar because he was the patient that was on emergency code a while ago. He did not make it.. But I did make it to the ground floor, got my medicine as fast as I can, then run like hell and took the stairs back to my station in the fourth floor. Never again will I ride elevators during night shifts.
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