The white walls dimmed to a hazy shade of grey. Andrew Hughes M.D. stood in a stupor. The throbbing of his heart pounded viciously against the walls of his ears. He removed the gloves with desperate haste, swallowing hard as the blood inevitably stained his hands.
A cold Styrofoam glass was placed in his shaking hands. Andrew tried to raise his head to thank the nurse, but he could only stare at the lollipop pattern on her new uniform. Only after several moments was he able to stand.
Yet, surely the blackness of night crept upon him, till he could see no more. How cruel night is, without the sun for consolation. Yet he could not escape. And so he attempted to rationalize the matter, vainly wishing away the nightmare. In a shivering heap, he awaited the promise of morning.
The heaviness became too much for his soul to bear. At 3:03 a.m. at last Andrew Hughes M.D. surrendered. He knelt down and whispered, “Lord, I know it’s been awhile. Please, I’m lost. I have sinned. I don’t know the way out of his darkness. Help me, I beg.” Despite the despondent swaying and tear-filled eyes he noticed the knuckles of his clenched hands had grown white.