EVERYTIME THE CHOPPER LANDS

I hear blades whooshing in the distance as a glow from the i.v. pole lights my way to the window.  Wrapping myself in the thin hospital blanket I watch through the black city night.   The walls around me endure stories that are haunting my soul, as down the hall a suffering child cries in vain for her momma.  For most their mothers are no where to be found.  I can hardly stand it.  Looking back at Hayley sleeping peaceful in her bed causes tears of frustration to burn my eyes.  I will keep fighting to help her.  No one else will.