Unable To Help A Dying Man


I have taken a break from my healthcare profession because of my short-term memory issue. I don’t have a regular job since last year. I was just filling the gaps means covering sick calls or vacation time. I have decided to step out of my roll.  I am on a permanent and long term vacation now. so, I was not at work when a man was dying and I was unable to help him. actually, I was dreaming on the bed while I was in my deep sleep. In my dream, I was in my native country.  Suddenly, I heard someone knocked at my window. A clean shave man was swinging on the window. He had continuously asked for my help. I got out of my bed and looked down. Two tall and obese women were stood near the window. One of them aimed a gun on the man. She was ready to open the fire at him. The man continued to beg if I open the window, so he can come inside or I call 911. well, there is no 911 system in my native country. Nobody will respond if they have one. They always come after the crime has done.

I neither knew women nor the man.  I was still debating what should I do. I could not make the decision quickly enough. The woman had already opened fire on the man. Instead of falling outside, the dead man decided to fall inside of my bedroom. The glass of the window had shattered into many pieces.  I looked at the dead man and then at the broken pieces of glass. One of the women told me, “Not to call the cops. He deserves to die. we will clean the mess”. Now, I had known both women and the dead man.

I thought it could be conspiracy making me a criminal. I can be in big trouble if not notifying the authority. There are already many hunters who are waiting for the right moment to attack me. So, I started dialing 911. I was unable to dial 911. Each time I had pressed 911 but instead, it had dialed 901 or 910.  Meantimes, One of the women aimed the gun toward me. Now, it was time for me to run and save my life.

I tried to run away while skating. In my real life, I never skated. I was skating too fast but both women were faster than me. I also continued to scream for help, ” can somebody call 911? There is a dead body in my bedroom and the killers are following me”. There were a lot of people working in the farmhouses but they just kept looking but not done anything. well, I had succeeded to escape but I could not save the man. 

I woke up from my dream. I supported myself, “Save yourself before you try saving somebody else”. No, I am a different person, “save somebody first, then yourself”.

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