Everything Fell Where They May

The noises you hear in this place are not like anywhere else. I hate these rooms. I hate hospitals or more, I cannot stand emergency roomsI hate the tones from the nearby machines and the mumbling from the other patients. I hate the dull groans from the sick and of course, I cannot stand the louder ones, or the cries in pain or the screams and the pleading for a nurse or a doctor to help come and help or take the pain away. And the worst?The worst are the quiet ones, the parents who sit helpless and scared, praying with all their might and whether they are faithless or not; everyone finds God when the life of their child is on the line. It is hard to hear the questioning from those who hardly speak English and still, somehow, it is hard to hear as they try and explain their symptoms to a triage nurse; and of course, they wait and they wait . . . and they wait for one of the hospital’s interpreters.And they wait and I wait and we wait . . .But everything in the emergency room means…