A Sneak Preview

Here's an excerpt from my story. Still untitled. I only have about two pages written so far, but it's coming along.

There was a dull fluttering against the window. A moth was caught between the screen and the glass, and was desperately trying to push through to the light within the hospital. Ted paused at his task for a moment to watch its struggle, letting the bedpan slide back beneath the foamy surface of the water with a clatter.

From above, the wail of an ambulance siren suddenly pierced the quiet kitchen. Ted returned to his work, knowing that if another patient was being brought in, his help may be needed soon. Sure enough, someone pounded downstairs a few minutes later.

It was Ray, out of breath, black hair sticking up in haphazard tufts, and right arm dangling. Ray had been born with a twisted, useless right arm. He normally hid it in a sling tied about his shoulder, but when he was sent on errands for Dr. Paget, Ray often became so excited that he forgot about the arm and let it hang by his side like a scrawny loaf of bread.

“Ted, Ted!” Ray was panting heavily. “They just brought a gal in. She’s real bad-pneumonia. Dr. Paget wants you straight away!” He said in a broken rush.

Ted wiped his hands on his pants as he followed Ray back up the stairs and into the sterile white hallways of the ward.