America's Tears

"America' s Tears"

A Special Winged Warrior and the Heavenly Hosts and Nurses Story

In honor of the victims in New York City and Washington D.C.

A Short Story by Micah Watkins

Samantha sat in her quiet room and listened to the clock ticking away. It was 7 o'clock in the morning. Her show was on, so she put down her pencil and turned on the TV. She watched, smiling as her show slowly appeared on the old television screen.

8 o'clock rolled by, and she switched to another program. Around nine thirty, the image on the screen changed to images of the New York World Trade Center, the north tower burning, the top of it engulfed in smoke. "The World Trade Center has just been hit by a plane." The reporter said.

Rebecca entered Samantha's office, as the 81-year-old woman picked up the remote to turn up the TV. Samantha was paying more attention to the screen, than to anything else.

Rebecca stopped to watch the screen. Suddenly, without warning, a second plane slammed into the second tower. "Oh, my gosh!" Samantha exclaimed, looking away quickly.

"Holy smokes! Oh my gosh!" Rebecca said as her jaw dropped open. Samantha quickly fumbled with the intercom button. She pushed it, and spoke to the entire hospital.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to this announcement. At a little after 9 o'clock our time, I discovered that a plane had slammed into the World Trade Center in New York City. I urge all of you to turn on the TV's and watch as history unfolds before us."

Soon reports of the Pentagon being hit by a third plane started to coming in. The whole hospital watched on in horror.

At the Grey Mansion, just outside of Nashville, the kids sat in front of the big screen television, basically forced to watch the event. Two of the three adult dragons, Jeremy and Jennifer, stood in awe and fear as the watched the TV.

Eggs and bacon were forgotten, but the stove was turned off. Messes were left until later. Sherry Thong and Sanctity Helena wept into each other s shoulders. The rest of Sherry s family just watched in terror and awe.

Suddenly, the South Tower collapsed, right before the eyes of America. At the NMC, Samantha's voice came over the speakers again. "Do to the collapses of the South Tower of the World Trade Center, the Nashville Medical Center is officially in a state of emergency. All non-essential tasks and patients are to be sent to another hospital. Anyone who is affected by this event, so much that they are not able to work, are allowed to return home. Wages will be tripled, and those going home will be paid five times the normal amount. Thank you." She announced.

Half the staff went home, most of them in tears. A special bus was loaded with those unable to drive, and it took them home.

Finally, the North Tower collapsed, sending 110 stories of debris crashing to the ground. Samantha picked up the phone and called the news station. "This is Samantha Helena, owner of the Nashville Medical Center. I would just like to say that we are in a state of emergency, and are willing to take casualties, or help out in away with this event." She told the person on the other line.

She waited a moment the hung up the phone, pressing the button for the intercom again. "This hospital is now a giant blood bank. Please prepare for this. Thank you." With this the hospital was instantly alive with activity as it prepared to take blood from those who wanted to give.