[ WP ] you 're a surgeon haunted by the spirits of the people you could n't save . how do you spend your Saturday night ?

It's 5PM on a Saturday night, and I'm sitting on my couch. In the dark. Facing the bright screen of the T.V. With a cold beer. And in my PJs. I did n't bother taking care of my hygiene today; I'm not going anywhere, who's gon na care? 
 
 A late night comic does his usual routine; his witty one-liners and lame jokes go way too high over my head for my lazy mind to even attempt to understand. It's probably because I'm slightly buzzed, but I do n't care. 
 
 Out of nowhere, a young girl to my left says, `` Whaaaaatcha doing?'' 
 
 I stare blankly ahead, ignoring what I just heard. 
 
 Slowly, I see a finger approach my face from my peripheral vision. Then suddenly, a poke. She poked my face. 
 
 I turn to the little girl, tiredly, ask, `` What?'' 
 
 She asks again. `` Whaaaaaaaaatcha doing?'' 
 
 `` I'm drinking beer and watching T.V. What are you doing?'' 
 
 `` Can I watch too?'' 
 
 `` Sure. Knock yourself out.'' 
 
 That's when I heard another voice, this time a man's voice to my right. `` Mind if I join you?'' 
 
 Giving him my best `` tired old-young lady'' face, I groan. `` Fine.'' 
 
 `` Thanks! I hope you do n't mind, I grabbed myself a beer,'' said the bearded man with a plaid button-up shirt. 
 
 `` Sure, whatever.'' 
 
 Immediately after he sat down, a woman's voice behind me piped up. She sounded around my age. `` Hey, party! Can I join you guys?'' 
 
 Fed up, I stand up in front of the television and face the couch. I frustratedly ask, `` Ok, what are you all doing here? You're dead. I did n't save you all, and I'm sorry for that. Why are you still here?'' 
 
 Silence. 
 
 That's when I noticed. They're gone. The little girl. The bearded man. The peppy lady behind me. They all vanished as ghosts tend to do. 
 
 I stand there for a minute, letting my frustration turn into guilt. I quietly break down, tears running down my face. I slump back on the couch, facing the screen but not really seeing anything. Why did I become a surgeon if I ca n't save anyone? 

