So who’s going to die today?

I am cursed, I think. Being a nurse is supposed to be fun somehow, helping others, saving lives! But for some odd reason, each day at least one of the patients I handle dies.

Take Billy for example, a healthy 25 year old guy who entered the hospital for just a sprain, comes home in a casket after having a heart attack out of nowhere. He is such a good talker, probably has a kind heart, and good looking too!

Then there’s Elodia, 30 years old, she got confined due to fatigue from overworking her body in the gym. She really have mesmerizing hazel eyes, I can’t seem to look away from them. Then after a few minutes, she complained that she can’t see anything and started seizing in front of everyone, sadly she passed from stroke. A girl come bawling saying that they broke up their engagement a few weeks before the death. Poor thing.

I thought it was all normal at first, until one death every 1 to 3 days turned into one death everyday. It is part of the job, I used to convince myself that I will get used to all those things happening. But not knowing it will be this bad! Like I just talked straight with the other guy a few minutes ago and now he is being wheeled onto the morgue due to anaphylactic shock.

My routine usually starts with getting coffee. A few streets before the Hospital I worked in I stopped in a coffee shop, good not much people, no queues for me then.

I was about to enter the premises when another customer bumped his way out.

“Sorry.” I whispered as I was about to pick up my ID that fell on the floor but the stranger got it before I get the chance to.

“Deiniel Williams. What an insteresting way to spell out Daniel. I’m Kyle by the way.” He smiled as he hands my ID back to me.

“Dein. My parents think it’s cute.” I folded my ID and put it back onto my pocket.

“It is. Have a good day…Dein.” He left the shop and I ordered my usual coffee while thinking about such a random conversation with a stranger.

I grabbed the cup of coffee the barista gave me after calling my name. She looked behind while frowning, I copied her reaction when I saw that I was actually the only customer this early apart from Kyle. I guess she is just zoning out from working in a morning shift, I do that too sometimes, hopefully.

I got out of the coffee shop and started sipping my hot coffee, I prefer it hot, calms my nerves from all the nonstop facing with death.

“I bet I’ll end up friends with the Grim reaper soon with all these deaths.” I rolled my eyes.

Relax Dein, maybe there will be no death for today…

“Just maybe.” I half whispered half whined to myself. A van just hit a guy right in front of me before it can cross the street.

I ran up to the accident to help, I am a nurse after all.

“Excuse me, I’m a nurse, please let me…through. Kyle!” I pushed through the small crowd and touched Kyle’s neck.

“No pulse.” I whispered. Another death.

“Dein, Dein, Dein!” I blinked, as I look to my senior nurse.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You look like kne yourself, you look so pale. You sure you can do your shift today?” She lifted my chin to look closer to me.

“Not a ghost. Just death.” I pulled her hand away from my face.

“You see that everyday, you work in a Hospital. Go work in the farm, maybe you won’t see death there. You new ones really like to complain instead of learning from those situations. Now do some rounds!” I stood up and deal with such a day.

“Two deaths in a day? How do you cope with that?” My roommate,Jen, asked while I was doing her hair.

“I cope by doing nothing. I can’t control those things, it bothers me sometimes, especially if the ones who die are too young or old already.” I finished her hair as she was getting ready for our night out. It’s my break tomorrow, so might as well drink my thoughts about death away.

“You know what you need to forget about that?” She asked as I was looking myself in mirror.

“What?” I look back at her direction as she slowly smiles.

“Get drunk and get some boys!” And I did just as she said.

I was too drunk as I tried to get mysef out of the bar, I can’t get a hold of Jen as she was already gone in the first few minutes we entered the place.

I hated the loud music, the lights and everything other than getting drunk. It gives me the peace I want away from my overthinking the attachment I had with my patients who dies.

“Well hey there darling.” I frowned, I can’t even see if this guy is alone or not, my vision kept spinning so I don’t know if the shadow behind him is just him or another guy.

“Leave me alone.” I barely got it out when I felt him held my sides.

“You do have a death wish.” A deep voice resonate the whole alley, I closed my eyes as my head throbbed even harder.

“And who do you think…” The grip on my sides loosen and a thud on my side was heard.

“If he is dead, I really am cursed.” I try to reach out to a wall to stabilize myself.

I finally found the wall and tried to stand up straight. Do walls have hands? Why is the wall holding me, up? Am I really that drunk?

“You are not cursed.” There’s that deep voice again. I opened my eyes and as my vision spins I saw deep blue eyes staring down at me.

“So that was all coincidence then?” I laughed.

“And that is not all coincidence either.” Before I knew it, this guy is already carrying me in his arms.

“Why would I listen to you anyway? I don’t even now you.” I leaned onto his chest. As my head gets heavier than usual.

I heard a deep chuckle.

“Those are not coincidence, it all happened for a reason. They deserved to die.” He fixed my hair.

“All of them?” I looked up at him.

“Yes.” I frowned.

“I didn’t deserve to see it all. Then why did I still experience it? I really am cursed then.” I whined like a child and pouted, I really can’t control my facial reactions when I’m drunk. That’s fine, Dein. You don’t know this guy, he will be gone in your life tomorrow.

“You are not cursed. You are just adored by death. And from now on you’re mine.”