Adrenaline Carried One Last Thought to Fruition

I would like to look back on the post I made on February 18th titled 3:32 PM. I went back today at work to the hospital morgue (which is extremely creepy, might I add) to see Paul. A dead person is truly not the same as a person who is living. He laid there, so lifelike... I just waited to see if his chest would constrict and expand. That's where I found myself standing there, waiting for something that isn't going to happen. His gray-ashen face had lines of mysteriousness - was he the person of which he spoke of? His cold dark eyes stared blankly at the ceiling with the expression of attainment... attainment of freedom. He is probably so much happier now... now that he is free of loneliness and free of pain. I stood there with empathy for what felt like an hour, then I said my goodbye, and then for me to leave and never see him again. Thank you again Paul, for the lessons you taught me. Apart from visiting Paul for the last time, I started my interning in Orthopedics. I've come rather familiar with orthopedic practices mostly because the amount of bone injuries I have seen at the other hospital. Today we had an 18-year-old boy named "Kyle" come in with a dislocated knee; I was able to shift it back into position without the help of the resident. I hold a lot of credential due to the fact that I've worked in a hospital before. My experience blows away all these new interns and their medical-school-only knowledge. This is for real my friend, time to put those books aside and learn medicine.