Behind Closed Curtains

This may be my last day in Internal Medicine, still nothing yet is for certain, just like what happens when we closed the curtains, which may be for many different reasons. This happens on an almost daily basis, I guess it is about time I wrote something of it.

Behind closed curtains,
Unsure is what's within,
Nothing is for certain,
Whether it's lose or win.

Nobody knows what's happening inside,
Nobody knows what you will find,
Now, inside know not what is outside,
Now, it's left to the playground of the mind.

The rustling of the curtains,
The orchestra of muffled sounds,
Then, you could sense that panic resides,
The hearts of the outsiders pound.

Tears roll down then cheeks of the undead,
Hearing the words of what the team said,
One more adrenaline, get ready the dobutamine,
C'mon where is the mida-morphine.

On the outside more and more gather,
The little boy asks,"What is happening to father?"
"We don't know yet" replies the mother,
Then they hold hands to stay strong together.

Continues on the rotations of chest compressions,
Continue the bagging to keep up the saturation,
Yes, the pressure is recordable,
Yes he may come back this one, the pulse is palpable.

They wait a while there in silence,
Both the inside and outside with resilience,
With hope both teams will try to maintain,
While the patient is going through this pain.

One by one the members leave,
The family outside confused but relieved,
Still unsure if he is alive or dead,
Awaiting for an answer from the team head.

Behind closed curtains,
One thing is for certain,
All you can do is pray and wait,
Only time and effort to determine our fate.

- SY

Written at 16:42H on 23rd September 2015

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SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfils the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.