Unsettled Departure

“15c doctor you’re the last passenger, your seat is right in the front, in first class,” a stewardess points with an open hand toward first class. The doctor drags his briefcase through the passage way, the wheels try to halter. They attempt to retreat back to Georgia's hot pavements, engorged in summer air but he is persistent. He lowers the suitcase’s handle by giving it a gentle push till it makes a click, almost moving his hand through a summer breeze. He grabs the bottom in between the wheels and pushes it within his compartment above his seat, moving his neighbor’s luggage toward the right away from his section.

The neighbor is a women trenched in wrinkles that work together creating a smile. His eyes look gentle but his lips aren’t able to communicate. “I’m off to see my grandchildren in the big city, I’m glad a young man from Georgia like yourself is going to accompany me.”

Waving her hands through the air effortlessly a stewardess asks the elderly lady if she would like anything before they take off. “No darling, I’m great thank you very much. I know God will guide us through this trip; that’s all I need.”

After closing his compartment he sits in his chair and turns on the air conditioning in the direction of his seat. He places his hands on the hand rest and then stands once again to reopen and close the compartment. His gray suit shrivels into his dark shirt as he drowns within his seat. His neighbor looks out the window as the plane takes off. He removes his tie with a dispute and places it on the side of the seat. The lights of the suburban homes of East Point and College Park only become brighter as the plane’s wheels jump into the air using Atlanta’s musty summer air to elevate it into the clouds.

He looks at her while she kisses her crucifix which was hid between her chest and bright colored shirt inhabited by flowers. Her hands clench strongly to the hand-rests; noticing that she’s trying to feel apart of the chair he lets her take over his arm rest with no argument. The expression of fear on her face, the way in which her lips crumble within themselves, it begins to frighten him.

Her hands tremble when attempting to remove her seat belt. Using the back of her hand she’s able to relieve the strain off her waist. He watches through his his dark eyes as she tries to quickly go over his long legs. As he moves back trying to let her pass she trips over his shoes but catches her self with the adjacent seat. Everyone looks in her direction but says nothing. She makes a thrust at her chest with her right hand only followed by colliding on the floor. People gasp and he looks behind him. His eyes gape making his pupils appear to be small. He watches as she lays on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

Oh my God, she’s on the floor and not moving, it’s obvious that she’s suffering from a cardiac arrest. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? Everyone is just looking at her instead of doing CPR. Yeah you stupid! with the stupid look on your face do something, do some CPR. If no one does it quickly she’s not going to get the medical help she needs in time and she’s going to die! Where the f**k is the stewardess why isn’t she here yet! Is there another doctor on the plane, there should be I can’t be the only one.

God d****t, if you even do exist you b*****d she prayed to you, she prayed to you and look at how you’ve treated her! How the hell could you say that you care for her or anyone when you don’t even help the people who f*****g pray to you. Come on just save her, if you’re really up there just help her and I’ll believe in you and I’ll pray. I’ll pray every night and I will treat Miley better. I promise, I know that she deserves better from me. She’s waiting for me in New York and I know I’ll make these two months the best that she’s ever had, I promise.

Oh my God I’ll treat some of my employees better at the office just please don’t let her die. Come on she’s still not moving you f*****g selfish b*****d! What the f**k do I have to do!? Just let this stewardess know what she’s doing. She shouldn’t even be looking for a pulse the only thing that works the best is trying CPR without any pauses. S**t, she’s going to die! Why the f**k did you have to sit next to me! You’re so f*****g old, why didn’t you stay home!

Could all these people be that cruel that they wouldn’t preform a simple CPR on this women? She doesn’t stand a chance in this plane, I don’t even think it matters. She needs immediate care, doing anything would be a waste of time.

We’re turning around? Maybe it’s not too late, maybe someone could still save her. Jesus f*****g Christ! Why doesn’t someone...he’s doing it. He could still save her, he’s a doctor. He knows what to do, it might not be so late. Why the hell did he do that... come on I know that face... not now... not here. She’s gone, she’s f*****g gone, why did you die you stupid hag! You shouldn’t have gotten on the plane; you should have known. She’s gone and I... I didn’t do anything. But it wasn’t my fault I couldn’t... I just couldn’t.

Most people try to avoid eye contact and look out the window. The turbulence on the plane grows stronger as it turns into it’s landing position. Other’s look down at her and don’t move a muscle. The compartments above them rattle and the sound of a weeping little boy is heard coming from the back rows.

“We are arriving at Hartsfield-Jackson for an emergency landing. Please fasten your seat belts.” Two men from the back pick her up, the doctor moves over to the right where she was once seated and places his seatbelt over his waist. They place the beauty women next him. His name tag pierces his palm. As if to look into the interior of his jacket, he relaxes his fingers ane looks down at his tag, “Dr. Enrico” he whispers.

Just as he was the last one to enter, he has also become the last one to exit. Of course the one which was the coldest departed first. The other passengers followed as if they were chained onto her legs.

He looks at the stewardess which greeted him when he entered the plane. She looks at him, but this time there is no smile from under her bright red lipstick, this time it is only her eyes which show emotion. They burn through him but he... he can’t feel anything.