It's the middle of the night. I'm walking around the filthy hospital. Wounded soldiers are lying there, still and helpless. We always try our best to make sure they have a healthy recovery but it doesn't always happen. The lantern I'm holding slightly lights up the ward and I try my best to see if anyone needs help. I see a man, his arm is injured and he is trying to reach for his water. I rush over and hold the cup while he drinks. He thanks me and I walk away, disappearing into the darkness until the next night.
by © Jessica Stryczek (14)
Shenley Brook End School, Milton Keynes
Competition - Mini Monologues
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