Creative Writing - Social Studies

For social studies we have to write a creative writing about black death. This creative writing is about being a plague doctor back then and the things that you are doing everyday if you are a plague doctor. While doing this creative writing I realise that being a plague doctor is not an easy job at all because it's quite dangerous even though you have a lot of equipment and gear that will protect you to the disease that doesn't mean that you are always safe because you are helping a lot of infected people everyday. Anyways this is my work a I hope you will like it and enjoy reading it. I will also put some photos.

           

Here I am walking to go to the other patient, having a lot of emotions. What if they can’t survive? What if I can’t help them? A lot of questions are coming through my mind. Being a doctor and trying to save the life of many people that are already infected with this disease is not easy at all. All of us are not sure if they can survive or not, but me? I am doing all that I can to help them because that’s my job. I’m lost in my thoughts and I didn’t notice that I am already in front of the house of my patient. “ Come in,” the lady said, walking towards the room of the patient. I can see the sadness, nervousness in the lady’s eyes. Before going inside I turned around to the lady and said “ Don’t worry I will do my best to help your husband” feeling a little bit better when I saw her smile at me. 

I start to ready my equipment  and I see the lady and her husband talking while smiling to each other. That scene made me more nervous because if I can't help him it’s like I also took the lady’s happiness but shook the thought and started to walk towards them to do my job. While doing my work I can hear the sobs that are coming from the lady while the patient is groaning in pain. After a while I am done to do my job and told the patient to sit close to the fire because it will help to cure your fever. After a few minutes I decided to leave to go to the other patients house. I was about to step out in the house but stopped and look back and saw the lady helping her husband to lay on the bed to get some rest. I smiled to myself because I helped him and turned around and started to walk to go to the other patient. I am not feeling nervous too much because I know that I can help them because this is my job.