When Angel left South Island she arrived in a small island name greenbay Town
Angel had been in Greenbay Town for three days, yet she still felt lost. The small village, about eigth hours away from South Island, was nothing like the bustling city she had left behind. Unlike Southbay, with its towering buildings and endless noise, Greenbay was quiet, untouched by modern development. The people here relied on agriculture and fishing, their lives dictated by the land and the sea. It was simple, yet peaceful—a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her.
She had come here to escape, to clear her mind after everything that had happened. The truth about Hunter, about her family’s silence, weighed heavily on her. The guilt was suffocating. How could she have been so blind? How could she have let him suffer alone?
Her small rented house in the center of town felt empty despite its quaint charm. Every night, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events that led her here. She thought leaving would ease the burden, but it hadn’t. If anything, it only made her feel more lost.
On the third day, desperate for a distraction, she decided to take a walk. The town was small enough to explore on foot, the dirt roads winding through clusters of wooden houses and market stalls. She greeted the locals as she passed, their friendly smiles a small comfort. It was then that she noticed a crowd gathered outside a modest building—a hospital, though it looked more like a large clinic. Something was wrong.
Curious, she stepped inside and was immediately met with chaos. The waiting area was packed with patients, most of them children burning with fever. The nurses rushed from one bed to another, their faces filled with panic. It didn’t take long for Angel to understand why.
“The doctor isn’t here?” she asked one of the overwhelmed nurses.
“He resigned last week,” the nurse admitted, worry in her voice. “He was supposed to be replaced, but the transfer was delayed. Then he got a better offer in the city and left for good.”
Angel’s gaze swept over the sick children, their parents watching helplessly. Without a second thought, she reached into her bag and pulled out her medical ID. “Let me help.”
The nurse hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Please.”
Angel wasted no time. Moving swiftly, she checked each patient, asking the nurses for symptoms and medical history. Some of the children had mild fevers, while others needed immediate attention. She directed the nurses to administer proper medication, set up IV drips, and instruct the parents on care routines. The staff, initially frantic, calmed under her guidance. Within hours, the hospital no longer felt like it was on the verge of collapse.
As she washed her hands, one of the senior nurses approached her. “Thank you, Dr. Foster. We didn’t know what to do.”
Angel offered a small smile. “I’m just glad I could help.”
The nurse led her to a supply room, shelves stocked with medicine and equipment. “We actually have a lot of supplies, but many go unused. Some even expire before we can use them.”
Angel frowned. “Why?”
“Because most patients refuse to stay here,” the nurse admitted. “The last doctor was… difficult. He was rarely around, and when he was, he didn’t treat patients with care. People lost trust in the hospital.”
Angel sighed, her heart aching for the community. These people deserved better.
Over the next few days, she returned to the hospital, treating patients and getting to know the staff. Despite its poor reputation, the hospital was well-equipped. But one thing was clear—without proper leadership, it was falling apart.
One week later, the town head, who acted as the mayor, approached her. “Dr. Foster, would you consider staying as our attending doctor?”
Angel was taken aback. “Me?”
“You’ve already done more for our people than the last doctor did in years,” he said. “We need someone like you.”
Angel hesitated. She had come here to escape, not to start over. But as she looked around—the hopeful faces of the nurses, the grateful smiles of the patients—she realized something. For the first time since she left Southbay, she felt… needed.
She took a deep breath. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
The town head beamed. “We’ll handle the paperwork immediately.”
As she settled into her new role, she made it her mission to rebuild the hospital’s reputation. She worked closely with the nurses, ensuring they had proper training. She also reviewed the hospital’s budget and was shocked to find a substantial amount of unused funds—money meant for renovations and better facilities that had been left untouched for years.
Determined to make a difference, she used the funds to expand the hospital. Walls were repainted, new beds were brought in, and the abandoned operating rooms were refurbished. She arranged for better accommodation for medical staff, ensuring they had a proper place to rest.
Slowly, the town’s trust in the hospital was restored. More patients started coming in, no longer afraid of neglect. Families who once avoided medical care sought help, knowing they would be treated with respect.
One evening, as she stood outside, watching the sun set over the fields, she felt something she hadn’t in a long time—peace. She had spent so long running from the truth, from her own guilt. But here, in this quiet town, she had found a purpose.
Even so, she knew she couldn’t hide forever. One day, she would have to face everything she left behind.
But for now, she would keep moving forward, one patient at a time.