Like a war on top of a war

It's very busy at the hospital. Do you know why? The occupation started shooting randomly everywhere, and many people were crossing the street, SOme on carts. That's all I can report for now.

I can't believe we still have to live through, days like this. It was one of the worst days.

I was caring for a cancer patient with chronic ung disease. short of breath, coughing, when someone called for help. Then they came in: a young man and a child, both shot, one in the arm, the other in the leg, A young girl with a gunshot wound to her pelvis. Another man on the ground, shot in the shoulder. A child in the ICU, shot in the chest.

Blood everywhere.

Meanwhile, the patients I was already responsible for were waiting for follow-up, their families asking what to do next. Pain, everywhere. In every inch of the body. Even in my fingers as I write this. Stress in its deepest form. Trauma in its rawest state. One boy with a pelvic shot, bleeding heavily from his anus.

Exhaustion.

It felt worse than a war, like a war on top of a war. Not even a war, but a machine of killing, where a life can end in a second. Where a person can be everything, and at the same time treated as nothing.

It's a constant fight, against death, destruction, and occupation.

Enough of today's violence. It's time to take a breath, or maybe time to wait for something more violent.

It's a shame İsn't it