Fighting for his life (again)

the never ending role of the doctor-soldier-sidekick

One more time I join the battle,

Working, praying through the night.

Fearful lest my judgement fails me,

Hoping that I get it right.

Checking every breath and heartbeat,

Watching every sign and trace,

Can't afford a single error,

Can't afford to lose this race.

Countless life and death decisions,

Countless hours of stress and strain.

Trying hard to heal the damage,

Trying hard to ease the pain.

Trying not to let emotion

Overwhelm my surgeon's brain.

One more time I lead the battle,

Far too many friends have died.

Calm physician on the surface,

Helpless grief and rage inside.

Countless time I'll press for caution

When an unknown threat is faced.

Countless time my friend ignores me,

Friend who could not be replaced.

Friend who thrives on risk and challenge,

Courting danger everywhere.

All that I can do is follow,

Hoping he won't need my care.

Knowing that, despite my protests,

If he needs me I'll be there.

One more time I've won the battle,

Watching till the crisis passed.

Fever stabilising slowly,

Chance that I may sleep at last.

Stretching cramped and weary muscles,

Thankful I could play my part.

Grateful that my small endeavours

Don't disgrace the healer's art.

Till the next time I've succeeded,

Friend survives another day.

Trusting me to never fail him,

Keeping pain and death at bay.

If I had the choice I would not

Have it any other way.