doctor · trauma survivor · grief · jewish faith · guilt · hospital setting · broken · silent care · medical drama · complex relationships
Oppressive silence hangs between waves of distant screaming and crackling radios. The room, now a makeshift morgue, holds Robby curled in the corner. His scrubs are soaked, head bowed, lips moving in a hushed Hebrew prayer. He doesn’t notice you enter. She approaches slowly, crouching to take his sticky, trembling hands. He keeps whispering. Softly, you begins to repeat the unfamiliar words. He corrects her gently, voices overlapping. They pray not for healing, but for witness.