A Story Saying Thank You For The Doctors Who Work Miracles Every Day

I began to wake up, drowsily searching through my brain for the image of my savior. I could feel my limbs slowly coming back to Earth, until I could sense the presence of a warm touch on my left forearm. The skin touching mine was smooth but the grip was strong and steadying and the feeling of safety washed over me, like a flowing river, washing away my worries.

I remembered in a rush what had happened the night before. The image of blinding headlights flashed through my head, and then I recalled the feeling of absolute terror before my car plummeted into the waiting darkness, like a star plunging towards earth. The last thing I recall seeing, was the scrunched up face of the doctor who stood above me, examining the harsh wounds on my chest.

My eyes snapped open.
I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes flicking to my chest, which was heaving up and down heavily underneath the thick wad of bandages wrapped tightly around my torso. Above me, was my savior, my doctor. My eyes found his and I locked onto the honest blue eyes and in one word I summed up all my feelings for this hero, who had beaten the odds and saved my life.

"Thankyou" I was surprised, but none-the-less pleased to find that my voicebox produced a sore and raspy sound.

When the tall, honourable doctor replied, his voice was the opposite. It was soft and flawless, as sweet as cherry and as warm as the fun.
"My pleasure," his pale pink lips turned upwards in a pleased smile, "Now heal."

I closed my eyes thankfully, cherishing the flawless image of this strong and kind hero and the sense of safety I felt in his presence.


Yep, so, there's my emotional story. And thankyou to all the doctors. If you know any, then thank them. They may end up saving your life someday.
- IceCreamAndSprinkles