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Machine Gun

Nobody likes hospitals, I know have never loved them. Having been a TV news reporter visiting war zones for many years, I have seen far too many. Walking through the vast multistory complex, this hospital, on the face of it, seemed to be no different. Wards full of people in pain.

I made my way up three flights of stairs; six if you include the flat bits in the middle of each; as they wrap around and up to save valuable space. You get used to not using lifts in my job. Nothing worse than being stuck in one when all hell is breaking loose around you. I eventually arrived at D4.

As I got ever closer, to room six, my mind fixated on a distinctive sound. Rattling.

Hearing the rattling of Machine Gun made me pause, my natural instinct being to turn and pin my back to the wall. Yes, I was nervous.

Waiting for probably only a few seconds, which seemed to last an age, I compose myself. The noise quickly died down. Turning the corner, I hesitantly entered the room. Pain suddenly hit me; as death struck. I was too late; Machine Gun was dead.

- David

Machine Gun

Nobody likes hospitals, I know have never loved them. Having been a TV news reporter visiting war zones for many years, I have seen far too many. Walking through the vast multistory complex, this hospital, on the face of it, seemed to be no different. Wards full of people in pain.

I made my way up three flights of stairs; six if you include the flat bits in the middle of each; as they wrap around and up to save valuable space. You get used to not using lifts in my job. Nothing worse than being stuck in one when all hell is breaking loose around you. I eventually arrived at D4.

As I got ever closer, to room six, my mind fixated on a distinctive sound. Rattling.

Hearing the rattling of Machine Gun made me pause, my natural instinct being to turn and pin my back to the wall. Yes, I was nervous.

Waiting for probably only a few seconds, which seemed to last an age, I compose myself. The noise quickly died down. Turning the corner, I hesitantly entered the room. Pain suddenly hit me; as death struck. I was too late; Machine Gun was dead. - David

Machine Gun

Nobody likes hospitals, I know have never loved them. Having been a TV news reporter visiting war zones for many years, I have seen far too many. Walking through the vast multistory complex, this hospital, on the face of it, seemed to be no different. Wards full of people in pain.

I made my way up three flights of stairs; six if you include the flat bits in the middle of each; as they wrap around and up to save valuable space. You get used to not using lifts in my job. Nothing worse than being stuck in one when all hell is breaking loose around you. I eventually arrived at D4.

As I got ever closer, to room six, my mind fixated on a distinctive sound. Rattling.

Hearing the rattling of Machine Gun made me pause, my natural instinct being to turn and pin my back to the wall. Yes, I was nervous.

Waiting for probably only a few seconds, which seemed to last an age, I compose myself. The noise quickly died down. Turning the corner, I hesitantly entered the room. Pain suddenly hit me; as death struck. I was too late; Machine Gun was dead. - David