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Apr 18, 2017 2:00:34 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 2:00:34 GMT
Kyle felt as though he was at least a decade older than his twenty eight years. In his line of work, it was common for him to come into contact with some of the worse that humanity had to offer, and he had to put up his shield, do his job and try his best to help those who needed it, all the while fighting the urge to strangle those who probably deserved it. It was a case like this that brought him here to the hospital at...he checked his watch....2:00am. A five year old had been brought into the emergency room hours before with all the classic signs of abuse. The police had been called and were dealing with the drug addict parents now, but it was now up to him to get this kid the help he needed. He would of course, and had already started, but right now all he wanted was a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. He was hopeful, but experience told him not to get his hopes up too much, and sitting here in the hospital canteen was certainly not helping.
Taking a deep breath, he took a final swallow of the cold coffee from the vending machine cup in front him, leaned back, and shut his eyes, at least for a moment. Sadly, Kyle was becoming a fixture here in the hospital. The nature of his profession demanded it. He had just started working for the city's social service office, and the majority of his time was spent dealing with cases just like this...people who needed someone to help them, but often could not ask for that help. That was fine with him of course, it was why he got into social work, but what about him? In school, every one of his professors preached "self-care". That is, take care of yourself so you can take care of others. It was a good theory of course, but there were only twenty four hours in the day. Between doing interviews and paperwork, when the hell was he supposed to take care of himself?
With these thoughts in mind, he took another deep breath, opened his eyes, and got back to the task at hand, filling out the initial paperwork associated with his latest child abuse case. He was alone here in the canteen, but even with the early hour, there was still a chance a doctor, nurse, or even police officer would wander in for a quick bite or a shot of the go juice that passed for coffee here. Right now, he would welcome company, ANY company. He hated being alone, especially in times like this.
Taking a deep breath, he took a final swallow of the cold coffee from the vending machine cup in front him, leaned back, and shut his eyes, at least for a moment. Sadly, Kyle was becoming a fixture here in the hospital. The nature of his profession demanded it. He had just started working for the city's social service office, and the majority of his time was spent dealing with cases just like this...people who needed someone to help them, but often could not ask for that help. That was fine with him of course, it was why he got into social work, but what about him? In school, every one of his professors preached "self-care". That is, take care of yourself so you can take care of others. It was a good theory of course, but there were only twenty four hours in the day. Between doing interviews and paperwork, when the hell was he supposed to take care of himself?
With these thoughts in mind, he took another deep breath, opened his eyes, and got back to the task at hand, filling out the initial paperwork associated with his latest child abuse case. He was alone here in the canteen, but even with the early hour, there was still a chance a doctor, nurse, or even police officer would wander in for a quick bite or a shot of the go juice that passed for coffee here. Right now, he would welcome company, ANY company. He hated being alone, especially in times like this.
