Paging Doctor Courtney...

The white brick walls with bright blue stretchers,

Patients coming in with pipes through their skulls,

Sounds like a hardcore, Heavy Metal song,

But it's not. It's my dream job!

To become an ER doctor,

Always ready to fight for my patients' lives,

Giving blood and cleaning their wounds.

Even giving them a band-aid!

To become and ER doctor,

And save so many lives,

That, to me,

Is the greatest gift anyone could give.


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