23rd January, 2010

Everything went black. One moment, he was fleeing the chaos. The next, pain exploded through his skull as he struck the ground, his head colliding with stone. His thoughts shattered like broken glass, memories slipping away before he could grasp them. But one image remained etched in his mind: a man in a uniform his face blurred, holding him tight as they sprinted through the wreckage.

"Medic!! Help!!" the man yelled; his voice laced with urgency. The words echoed in his brain as he struggled to stay conscious. He was the only survivor, and he knew his time was running out.

"I don't think he can last any longer," a faint voice whispered, as if from a distant world.

As he was handed over to the medic team, he tried to focus on the face of his savior, but his vision blurred and faded to darkness.

The medical team swiftly loaded him into the van and sped off towards the nearest hospital. During the frantic ride, the paramedics examined him and realized the gravity of his condition.

"It's an emergency!" the female paramedic shouted to the driver. "We need to move, now! This little boy has severe head trauma – we're talking potential brain damage."

As she spoke, she and her partner applied pressure to the wound on his head, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. The driver responded by flipping on the sirens and pushing the van to its limits, racing towards the hospital.

Every member of the team knew that this little boy's life hung in the balance, and they were his only hope. They were determined to save him, no matter what it took.

  Moments later...

The medical van careened to a halt outside the hospital, its tires screeching in protest as the brakes were applied. The sirens continued to wail in the background painting the hospital facade in strobing red and blue. The medic team of paramedics hastily unloaded the injured boy. With swift efficiency, they pushed him towards the hospital entrance, rushing him into the emergency ward.

Within minutes, they burst into the operating room, scrambling to find the attending physicians. The medic team handed over the patient, and the medical staff sprang into action. Doctors and nurses readied equipment, scrubbed in, and took their positions. The atmosphere grew tense as doors closed, and the surgeons focused on the task at hand.

With all preparations complete, the operation commenced. They worked in harmony, their expertise and training on full display as they fought urgently to save the young boy's life.

The captain received an update from his medical team. With the immediate crisis subsiding and the situation under control, he decided to visit the hospital where the little boy had been taken. Meanwhile, he assigned his team members to handle the incident's aftermath, ensuring that all necessary procedures were followed.

The captain couldn't get rid of the feeling of inadequacy. He reflected on his illustrious career, where he had consistently risen to the challenge, saving lives whenever duty called. Yet, today's events had left him with a haunting sense of powerlessness.

"I feel completely useless," he muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the hospital building as he pulled into the parking lot.

With a deep breath, he stepped out of the car, his uniform a stark reminder of his responsibilities. He walked into the hospital with a sense of purpose, determined to offer what support he could.

His concern for the young boy's well-being was palpable. Having lost everything at such a tender age, the little boy's plight had touched the officer's heart. Upon inquiry, he was informed that the boy was undergoing an emergency operation, with a team of doctors fighting to save his life.

The captain took a seat, anxiously awaiting an update from the medical team. His mind was filled with fear, and he couldn't bear the thought of receiving heartbreaking news. He fixed his gaze on the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by, his heart praying fervently for the little boy's safety and recovery.

Finally, the doctor emerged, relief and concern etched on his face. He approached the captain, who anxiously awaited news about the young boy's condition.

"The operation was a success," the doctor reported. "We managed to stop the bleeding, and he's stable for now."

However, the doctor's expression turned somber as he continued, "But there's a complication.

The captain leaned forward. "Complication?"

The severe head trauma and significant blood loss have likely affected his memory. Unfortunately, we won't know the extent of the damage until he wakes up."

The captain nodded solemnly, thanking the doctor for his update. He then walked over to the glass partition separating him from the young boy's hospital room. Gazing through the pane, he saw the little boy lying motionless in his bed, surrounded by machines beeping softly as they monitored his vital signs. His mind began to wander back to the events of the day.

  Flashback...