I got Faith in you Honey

Dayna Leah Wilson P.O.V-

Life.

It's such a wonderful thing.

It's such a marvellous thing.

It's such an adventurous thing.

You can never know when there's a plot twist.

Some people describe it as 'being alive', others call it 'a gift from God'. I do have to agree with both.

It can be the greatest thing in your life, like someone wins a million dollars, someone is pregnant. Someone gets their dream job. Someone explores and finds themselves truly. Someone falls in love.

But sometimes, it's also the bad that becomes our tipping point. Someone gets cancer. Someone gets fired from their only paying job. Someone miscarried. Someone loses a loved one. Someone loses their own personal battle.

It's the highs and the lows that makeup a person. You can never have one without the other, you can never have the happiness without the sadness. It's just not possible to be complete and whole if you cannot know the despair and pain, or if you cannot know happiness and joy.

You just can't seem to fit in into the mould that is for you.

Your life experience is what makes you, you.

And yet, it's often the happiest people who get the deepest sorrow. And the saddest people who feel the strange euphoria.

However, it is oh-so worth it to jump all those miles to become something new. To discover yourself in such a situation that's unique only to you. Only then can you truly open yourself up and know your inner person. You might not expect it and it may surprise you. But you will one day come to accept you just as you are and that is one step forward of knowing the real you.

And that's the most important step of all.

You will never know what is thrown at you. And the only thing that you can do is catch the fiery fire ball and try to make it work somehow. Fit it somewhere, so it can be a swift yet slow stepping point instead of a trippy one.

Some people call it fate, others call it Karma. Both have different theories and philosophies behind it. Both have the same ideology, but different set of followers.

But essentially it's the same thing.

The thing is that your actions are the cause of your rise or fall. It is what determines your next play in life. Your actions will always come back to you one way or another. Even if it takes it takes time, it will always come back like a boomerang.

The good deeds come back ten-folds in the best unexpected possible way and the bad comes back really hard.

But after everything, that is your life and the best thing you can do is live it.

Take happiness as it comes, and face those tough times just as strongly.

And one day, we will all meet the same end. Then no one knows what's next.

So live! Live life to the fullest, and take each and every moment as a lesson and in the best possible way. Be your own change, only then you will actually impact you.

'Where there is a will, there is a way' after all.

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The door probably needs a break. As soon as possible.

Evelyn burst into the room, quenching the door open violently and swiftly, pushing past the suited men in the room with a few nurses behind her doing the same.

Looking at the boy in my arms, who now seemed to be struggling for breath, she immediately sets to work.

She grabs the stethoscope around her neck and for a split second I worried if she'd be choking on the twisted grey rubber coil of meter before realizing how we doctors work perfectly under pressure. She'd be fine, and her certificates and medals in her office would certainly agree.

And soon enough, we were forgetting everything around us (especially the strange stranger's gaze on my working self) except for Noah and the nurses helping the process.

Noah was certainly suffocating now and I'm pressing my mouth on his trying to put oxygen in before pumping his heart with a set of steady strong pushes doing CPR, while Evelyn continually checks his bloody pressure and his heart rate. The nurses mill around us assisting and doing their own work trying to make all possible methods and Plans B, C and even D available to us if absolutely necessary.

They really are Angels, honestly.

This was a life at risk, and we as health care workers have the right and responsibility to make this boy completely fine from head to toe, inside and out - that's what I agreed to when I made my oath to become a doctor.

To help.

To create a change.

I love saving lives. It makes me happy to see others happy no matter what I have to go through. I love seeing the smiles on the faces of people who realize that they're living a good and healthy life and that we are here to support them in every step of the way. I love being the cause for someone's peace, it keeps me at bay and reminds me of how people are all the same, yet unique in their own special way.

That's what made me wanna become what I am today.

I see the pain and suffering people have to face on a daily basis and that keeps me grounded. It is what keeps me going and reminds me of how fragile a person's heart and soul is no matter how deep it is buried by life choices, and by other people's opinions.

People are all the same.

Everyone deserves love. Especially that.

One of the nurses asks the men in the room to step outside, they didn't. They didn't even show any indication of listening to her requests. How rude.

Not much time later, the door bursts open yet again (that door, I swear, is in pain right about now), and an unfamiliar man walked in wearing a doctor's coat. And upon immediate notice of the enhancing man in the grey suit, he nodded his head slightly and acknowledged him before he came rushing near the boy.

Then the wired men went out the room. Now, what the hell?

The man looked good for his age of mid-forties. His hair peppered black and white, and his face with wrinkles indicating stress, hard-work and laughter. He wore a simple plain white shirt tucked into his black pants and lab coat over it topping it all.

His shiny shoes didn't even squeak as his steps came closer to the area of absolute panic and chaos. He had a face of absolute serenity, as if he's seen all this millions of times and this just like any other day.

"Let me help." The man stated and indicated us to give him some space. Evelyn looked up at him like he was crazy. A random man literally just came up and offered assistance. Who knew if he knew shit?

He picked up Noah's limp wrist and was checking his pulse despite there clearly being a meter close showing just that. The new stranger closes his eyes and says whispers something as if it's a secret only to himself.

"Excuse me! Who even are you?" Evelyn furiously asked coming out of her frozen state when the man proceeded to place his hand above his masked mouth that provided the kid with oxygen later, on Noah's forehead and then took his heartbeat again.

His face scrunched up in thinking and half-turned around to face the man in the grey suit, who never left the room. The doctor just nodded, again, and the man in the suit turned around to whisper something to one of his men in a black suit, who, yet again, just nodded and left the room.

I swear there's a lot of nodding going on, and its making me frustrated. Like, WHAT ARE THEY EVEN COMMUNICATING?!?!! DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?? WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?!??

Evelyn was fuming now. "Who let you in without authentication? If this is some sort of attack or something, I swear-"

"I'm Dr Hayle Williams and I'm here officially for the boy with full permission from your hospital and from all the other doctors related to his medical health support system." The doctor replied finally calm and composed as if barging into a room was normalcy for him.

"I'm Noah personal doctor, and the legal document proving just that is in your superior's office, he's going through it right now. Also, rest be assured, this is not some sudden terrorist attack."

Evelyn's face was red with a combination of rage and embarrassment. She told the nurses to take care of the suddenly healing patient and roughly pushed past the intruding doctor and went, ran rather, to the telephone ringing the main office in the speck of mere moments, looking as if she was in a heated conversation already.

I'm not kidding, Noah literally went from being deathly pale to his normal skin complexion. I was stunned.

...How did he?

Dr Williams looked at me and frowned. I was confused at the happenings around me. I got up from where I was sitting on the bed and was looking to see if the nurses wanted any assistance. Hey, double checking never hurt nobody.

Evelyn's face was scrunched up in such anger at the phone, I was concerned for whoever was on the other side of it.

This 'Dr Hayle' passed me a document and I opened it hesitantly while looking at him suspiciously.

The first thing I noticed is all the legal signing and titles at the bottom of the list. Looks genuine I decided before leafing through it, which left me stunned for a second by the content and actions it demanded to be ordered. Effective immediately, that too.

"You can't take Noah from here to St Lauren's Hospital!" I reprimanded. He raised his eyebrow in question. "He's under loads of treatment here and he is on-going therapy with me. You can't pull the rug from right under him.

"Secondly, it's so far away you can't possibly do this!" I was red in the face this time.

"I understand Doctor but you do not have the proper facilities for his 'normal' healthcare. This kid is special, and like I told you before, he's my patient, so I know what he and his body needs right now to be 'stable'. We need to co-operate here for his healthy well-being not just for now, but also for his future in the long run."

I looked at him, looked at the letter from the head office now in Evelyn's hands, looked at Evelyn who was looking at Dr. Hayle like he lost his brain cells, then I grabbed it back from her hands. "I'm verifying this cuz I'm not taking chances trusting you to be true".

Chaotic energy isn't that good, let me tell you that.

"Then please confirm" He replied and I went out to do just that. And on my way out I had to brush past the mysterious man in the grey suit who smelled like the forest and everything raw.

Like honey and dew.

Like nature itself.

But I wasn't sure and I certainly wasn't going to wait around until I've confirmed it.

I was sure on the fact that I was a 100% human that I could feel his gaze burning into my racing figure, tempting me to turn my head to meet his burning one, but I rejected that feeling and opened the now painfully squeaking door.

My condolences to the hinges, truly.

I couldn't pay much attention to detail of the heat that was hanging in the air and its specifics since I was in such a rush to get things in control again so it makes sense.

Too bad he's not getting my attention quiet yet though.