? HIS ENIGMA| JAY

Bleeding gangs

They say nobody joins a gang without being a lost soul first.

No-one goes to a monster for guidance unless it's their only option. Yet you can't underestimate this gang boy, however young he is. Until the head of any serpent is removed, you ignore the body at your peril.

You couldn't deny that he had given his youth he is perhaps more reachable than any older boy, given the right therapy and endless unconditional love he could be saved.

You can't think about that right now though; you can't be the "bleeding heart" mother to the world for your own sake, you too have a bleeding heart, have your own demons to chase.

Sad story, right?

You didn't know Right now Jay got only cold eyes and he's following all the wrong animal instincts. Truly, he's a boy with no mother, or at least one that can't reach him, and in the end it's all the same, but all he craves is the gang leader's approval and maybe the drugs if they've started him on those already.

He was always chasing his leader's approval, he sees the father in him. Jungwon.

He was the leader of the gang and somehow the spiritual father of the members. He owned him his life.

Truth to be told, The gang wore masks much of the time, though the effect was the same when they took them off. Whoever they once were, boys  grinning on each Christmas Eve, they were buried deep, lost.

But nowadays, all that was left to keep them fired up and moving was energy from the dark side: the slick joy of power, an addiction to inflicting fear, a desire to jack their adrenaline to ever higher heights.

Other people weren't people at all, they were either "family" as brotherhood.

they say blood never makes a family, and that's what they were.

...

"Tatiana! You are needed in ward 7A” Ara, the nurse yelled barging into the room you were having your lunch.

“Hey, What is going on?” you asked quickly packing your snacks into your handbag. You packed your loose in a rough donught style and wearing your doctor uniform.

“The patients heartbeat increased drastically while I was setting the drip in his vain. Please help, I can’t afford to lose my job” she said in tears as we both ran out of the room.

You ran towards the patient and you saw he was gasping violently and suddenly he stopped moving and the Holter monitor wasn’t reading anymore.

“Quick! get me the AED!” you yelled using your hand to press his chest so he could start breathing again. Ara ran back with the machine and you took it and rubbed the surface together.

“To 150!!” you yelled as yoy pressed it on his chest raising his body top slightly, but there wasn’t any response from the Holter monitor.

“250!” you yelled for the second time in fear as she increased it and you pressed it again on his chest but it was till dormant. You could hear Ara crying behind you already.

“350!, stop crying this a life we are talking about” you yelled as your eyes heated up. She increased it and you rubbed the surface pressing them oh his chest. And like a miracle, you can see the patient breathed in deeply almost immediately.

“thank god!" You sighed in relieve with Monica. You took the needle and inserted it in his vein, you checked the necessary things you should check.

“Done” you said and moved out of the ward sweating profusely.

“Thank you so much Doctor, you just saved my profession”Ara said walking behind you

"No problem, I couldn’t have left you like that. I know once the doctor hears that the patient you were appointed to look after had a problem, your licence will be collected” you said entering the room you left your bag.

“I wish to be like you Tatiana” The nurse said smiling beside you, a look of pride painted her face.

“Girl, you don’t need to be like me, you are good in your own way” you said as you pulled her into a hug.

When you came back to your apartment, it was nearly two in the morning. And you couldn't help thinking about Jay.

Its been days when he didnt message you, not that you did too.

But something doesn't quite right.

You bites the inside of your lip, deep in thought, your eyebrows furrowing as you gazebunseeingly at the television screen across the room.

You were sititing on the couch in your apartment, your knees tucked up to your chest, and your mind elsewhere.

You were glad that there was no more shifts needed to be done at the hospital, but your mind is always thinking that maybe they will call in need of your hand, even if their were other doctors taking their shifts.

But at the mean time, you couldn't help thinking about him and the last talk you had with him.

You still didn't find the urge to try write your thoughts, but that was because you couldn't find the time to do so. Turning the TV off, watching it was in vain anyway.

You made your way towards your bedroom, taking a notebook from the bedside there. You sat yourself in a comfortable position before you started writing. You knew that writing was a way of therapying. In other way self-therapying.

But then again, you asked yourself writing about what?

Yourself.

And then you wrote the first word.