Healer

"Medic!" I hear called from down the way.
I run, sprint, dash to the downed soldier's aid.
After dodging several bullets, I say,
"You are not dying today."

"What do we got?" I ask the medic.
"Gun shot wound to the abdomen."
"Ah, crap!" he's septic.
"Get him to bed ten."

"What do we got?" I ask the paramedics.
"Car crash. His vitals were almost flat."
The patient was barely six.
"Okay, get him to an O.R. stat!"

He was just a kid
I eyed where he layed
There was nothing he did--
I focus, and ask the nurse, "ten-blade."

No matter where I am in the world
No matter who I am helping
There is one thing for sure...
I will be healing.

- Mr. Guy