A War-cry

They bombarded the city, there is smoke everywhere. I can't see anything clearly. But I can hear sirens wailing. There is faint cry in the air. Someone is talking but faintly. I walk close to the sound. Someone is talking from the site of the collapsed building. "Is anyone there?", I call loudly. No answer. But someone is definitely talking, all this smoke and I can't see clearly. I think there is someone.

"Oh my god", someone screams. Its a woman. Her hand touches my face. "Someone call the ambulance." "There is no way ambulance is coming all this long for her. We have to carry her ourselves." Someone grabs me in the arms. I am being carried in someone's back. My vision is still not clear but I can still say its a man. His shirt consists of the concrete dust and his neck smells like his sweat. He is rushing somewhere to treat my wounds. I don't think the ride is comfortable but I don't utter a word, I am just breathing loudly.

He is running now. I think this is plain area. I can hear faint noises. There are lots of people nearby. "Someone, someone help", he shouts. I hear someone's running steps from other side. They are two people. "Are you okay?", one asks. "She is clearly not." another says. "Wouldn't have to run all the way carrying her if she were." says the one who carried me. "Thankyou." I say. "Better be okay before you say it", he says.

The two carried me on something where I lay flat. I don't know how injured I am or anything. Everything I see is blurry. The sensation I feel in my hands and legs is light. I can hear my heart beating. I can count my breathing. "Make way, make way", one of them says. I think we are in some kind of building. It's colder as we move. " Doctor, we need you here. The patient seems urgent." one of them says. Are they talking about me? Do I look serious? Am I injured heavily? There is no way I can tell. Someone's checking me. All I can see is his blur figure. "Miss can you hear me?", doctor says. "I do." "Can you see these fingers?" "Not clearly but yes." "Okay." He starts checking my arms and legs. "Lets clean your wounds in your forehead." "Are there no other urgent patients other than me?", I say. "Not at the moment but very soon this place would be swamped by them. You were the one among the very few who were rescued first. We are informed that lots are coming anytime soon. Just wanted to treat your wounds faster because we won't have time for this soon." "And you don't have to worry much. You are fine. Just some scratches in your body, and you are kind of bleeding from them so others might have thought you were injured heavily. You will be fine after these bandages and some rest."

"Re..." I can't speak for my voice in dominantly taken by the sound of some fighter plane that moves just above the place. Everyone is silent until it passes. People are making faint voices. They are speaking in fear. "We don't have lots of health staffs here. And I don't think we will be available for you in the future so take some rest and get better soon", he says as I saw his smile in blur vision. "Thankyou."

"Not here", someone shouts. I wake up to that sound. This place is packed. There are lots of people and they are making loud noises. "Doctor here", one shouts. The staffs in the hospital are rushing to treat the patients. No one is waiting for the assistance. Nurses are bandaging the less injured and doctors are treating the heavily injured ones. My visions are clearer than before and the sensation in my arms and legs are better than before. I am where it looks like the hall of the hospital. Patients are being treated at the floor. I look at the clock just opposite to where I am its 3 o'clock. I slept for 2 hours. There is painful sound in the hall. I should give this bed to someone other, I feel better than before already. I tap at the shoulder of the woman who is looking after her son who is laying on the floor beside my bed. " I think you should take the bed. This will be better for your son." "Are you sure?"she asks. "Yes. I am better now." She must be concerned about the bandages in my body. "Thankyou so much. My boy can rest better." I help her lift the sheet in which the boy is resting to bed. He was resting with his shoes. I reached to his legs to remove his shoes but as I touched his legs I could feel cold shiver in my spine. The legs of the boy were cold, like ice cold. It was not like the cold from the ground but the cold of a lifeless person. I look at the face of the mother as I remove my hands from his leg. Her face looks worried and is looking at me as she wants to hear that her son is alive. I look around. All this time everyone were looking at us. The only one who didn't know was me. I look at a old lady at the corner of the hall she shakes her head as to not tell anything. As I look around it feels as they are all crying outloud inside but can't show it as the mother of the boy can't take it. A cold silence for some seconds disrupted by a loud thud sound of something collapsing. There is still the coldness in my hand. My eyes are filled as I turn to let them flow. The mother can no longer contain her tears for she ignored the doctor when he announced her son dead some time before which everyone witnessed.