"Driving to the hospital"


Eyes tightly screwed to the road, fixed on the trail.
Casualty in the rear seat, gasping for whisps of air.
Pupils dilated, attention divided between concrete & life.
Victim suffering, from a fatal blow, barely clinging to sanity.
Glancing at the dashboard, 3:23 am...No traffic lingering.
Clear road to grace upon, tyres scorching the path.
Trickling down the upholstery, waves of blood batter my trainer.
Accelerating at an impeccable pace, time flamboyantly dissolves.
Into the streetlamps, light glares at my purpose, the victim can see it.
"I...I can see a light" his skin pigment fades, nearly at our destination.
This situation rapidly exasturbating, another 2 miles to go.
I throw looks of desperation at the casualty, I cannot fail.
To save this life, its in my bloody hands, I must not panic.
His expression now motionless, vacant & wallowing a deathly silence.

Only noise emerging, is the victim grunting..& clutching his chest.
But the hospitals purpose is not relevant, as the victim drew his last breath.