All is not Lost

It was the beginning of my profession as a nurse. I worked in the ICU of neurology ward. As a young professional, I wished to save the world. I was excited to see patients making quick recoveries from devastating accidents yet I was pained to nurse those who were struck with acute neurological-disorder.
One day standing at the bedside of a young bus-accident victim, I wondered if she could make the same recovery as others. Hira had received severe head and spinal injuries as she was hit by a speeding bus while crossing a busy road. I took her lifeless arms in my hands and tried to do several exercises on her but in vain. I also made her younger sister come and talk to her, thinking that the voice of a near and dear one might activate the nearly dead neurons. Hira could see but not talk. Her eyes showed a certain helplessness. I could read her mind through her eyes. I knew she wanted to say please help me.