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Jeremiah (TV) - written for Creative Challenges
Title: Peace in Death
Character: Mr. Smith, OMC
Challenge: hypothermia
Word Count: 241
Finished: 21.02.2021
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„Smith, you need to rest. This looks like serious hypothermia, which can cause lots of trouble.“
Despite looking pale and tired, the little guy shook his head. „I can't stay at the hospital's ward. The situation with the Skinheads will get out of control soon, and Markus might need me.“
The doc sighed; it was not that Erin hadn't warned him that Smith could be a pigheaded fellow, not willing to listen to any advice. "You had almost had a breakdown only one hour ago," he tried to remember him. "I don't think that you will be of great help when it gets even worse."
"No need to worry," Smith smiled weakly. "I will be okay as long as it is necessary. When the crisis is over, I will come back asap."
Against better knowledge, the doc finally agreed. "Here are some pills to make you feel better. But I warn you not to overdo it. The recovery will only be temporary. If you don't be careful, we might meet at the morgue next time."
Smith didn't answer, well knowing that the young man would not understand. It never was easy to be God's messager, brought him into trouble almost every day. But at least he could rely on one thing: God would not let it happen that he found peace in death.
Grabbing for his backpack, he nodded a short 'Thank you' and left the hospital's ward.
Character: Mr. Smith, OMC
Challenge: hypothermia
Word Count: 241
Finished: 21.02.2021
:::
„Smith, you need to rest. This looks like serious hypothermia, which can cause lots of trouble.“
Despite looking pale and tired, the little guy shook his head. „I can't stay at the hospital's ward. The situation with the Skinheads will get out of control soon, and Markus might need me.“
The doc sighed; it was not that Erin hadn't warned him that Smith could be a pigheaded fellow, not willing to listen to any advice. "You had almost had a breakdown only one hour ago," he tried to remember him. "I don't think that you will be of great help when it gets even worse."
"No need to worry," Smith smiled weakly. "I will be okay as long as it is necessary. When the crisis is over, I will come back asap."
Against better knowledge, the doc finally agreed. "Here are some pills to make you feel better. But I warn you not to overdo it. The recovery will only be temporary. If you don't be careful, we might meet at the morgue next time."
Smith didn't answer, well knowing that the young man would not understand. It never was easy to be God's messager, brought him into trouble almost every day. But at least he could rely on one thing: God would not let it happen that he found peace in death.
Grabbing for his backpack, he nodded a short 'Thank you' and left the hospital's ward.