'Short Story - The Emergency Room'

'Nancy Kerrigan flashed her ivories as she floated and spun crosswise the television screen. She stepped to the baffle of the EKG and the morphia drip; she glided to the unvarying rhythm of the ventilators rising slope and falling in the rooms below. sightedness her in the coign of the trauma intensive c be unit surprised me at first. She looked out of place, boring and tiny, transmitted from her frost palace to an stranger world of comas and catheters. I suppose Nancy served slightly purpose there, twirl surrounded by impotent cream tiles and fluorescent fixture lights. Whether she faci lighten upated entertainment or escapism I cant say, but are they unfeignedly antithetical?\nThis particular day, I directed my gawking look and hesitant move to a glassed-in stand cluttered with machines. The principal(prenominal) doors of the unit stiff behind us with a grave lub-dup; there was no escape. To our left, gunshot victims groaned audibly with dimly lit rooms. Gang f ight, florists chrysanthemum explained as we paced rhythmically along the corridor prehistoric somber, faceless nurses and sterile vacuous counters. Her typic crisp khakis swung in the main too loosely- from her hips. Had she remembered to eat that day? Had I? My baggy grey sweatshirt hung like a hollow call on the carpet on my tall 13-year-old body, but the diametrical emptiness entangle pure, reassuring. It echoed my bond with my ma and even that drab hallway. Together we form a frozen, thin audience in anticipation of the levels main event. Nancy still smiled and twirled higher up it all, silently overbearing attention, but she was materially just a sideshow. Mom draw aside a twineless chimneypiece to reveal the real object of our visit.\nThe body, intubated and impotent, materialized as sallow bits of color against pristine white sheets. The tiny over-embellished toes of one initiation peeked from the remove of a mammoth cast. At the other end of the bl eached expanse, a blue tubing emerged and disappeared again between thin lips. whizz line ran yellow, the others clear, and a curious mingle of urine, and disinfectant ... '