Shift ️

Walking towards the hospital while suppressing my tiredness was exhausting. Drowsiness couldn't get the better of me, especially after switching to the night shift.

I could already see the large hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the ER door; and the relatives wailing and dealing with morgue paperwork.

"Have you shifted, Yhra?" As I approached the table for my time card, the guard at the table made a joke with me.

"Yes, today is my first night shift. "I replied," he said abruptly, before checking my bag and signaling that everything was fine.

"So, why did you move?" he inquired, and I grimaced.

"Let it go, but I'm not sure." "I can't accomplish anything because I'm too busy." I smiled as I dashed to the janitors' locker area.

I'm not sure whether floor or ward I'm on right now. I was on the bottom floor and in the private ward when I awoke in the morning.

"How are you, Yhra?" My colleague, who was on the broadcast, smiled as she approached me.

You should probably go home now. I'll be back at home tomorrow. Then I put on gloves, a hairnet, and a face mask.

"That's why I got it today on the spur of the moment." You proceed directly to the boss's office. "He'll give you the location." I nodded and dashed over to our boss's office.

"You're back in the private ward and in Doc's office. Every night before he goes to bed, Remon wants to clean his room. I nodded, staring at the document I'd taped to my floor.

I was about to go when he spoke again, and I came to a halt.

Take the filthy blankets and gowns to the laundry before you depart in the morning. I'm sorry you were transferred. "The director wants the best ones." What the boss said made me smile. I felt honored to be one of them.

I desired to be admitted to a private ward with only two other patients. And each of the other rooms has one patient.

"Hello, ma'am, please allow me to tidy up." As I swept the entire corner of the room, I smiled and said hello.

"Can you take off your mask?" I turned to face him, surprised. I cocked my brow.

Do it. I can't take it anymore. "I can't see the person I'm meeting's face," he murmured, raising his brows, and I just removed my mask before arranging the rubbish and the CR.

Finally, I mop so that I don't walk on my mop.

"Would you mind changing my bed sheet?" After that, I approached him and set him on the sofa while I went to the nursing station on their level and changed his blanket.

"I appreciate it." As I walked out of her room, I grinned.

He doesn't have much, but he knows how to be thankful.

Almost everyone in the private ward is frozen and silent. They are frequently impolite.

I laughed as I sat down with two pairs of legs in front of me, carrying the debris.

"What the hell happened?" "Are you in charge of this floor?" In the mirror, she was wearing a white dress, and I furrowed my brow.

As I stood up and nodded to him, my face mask lifted.

First, I clean my workplace. I've been waiting for the cleaning for quite some time. It irritated him, and he turned his back on me as I rushed after him, carrying my brooms and mop.

"Did you notice the blood? It should be cleaned. "Please also change the curtain." In my rush, I nodded and swiftly brought out the ballpen.

I was agitated. I'm afraid and panicking right now.

"Wait a minute! Take care. "Are you considering what you're doing?" As I knelt down and picked up the ball pens from the floor one by one, he yelled violently.

When I stood up, my head met the table's ledge, putting his strength to the test. I'm still dizzy from the intensity of my blow to the table.

Congratulations, Yhra. Your first nightshift has been wrecked.

"Stupid!" he yelled at me before grabbing my arm and lifting me off the floor. He lifted me with two hands and set me on his table.

"Take off your mask; you can't breathe properly!" He stated this fiercely, then walked away from me.

I forgot to remove my mask when removing my hair net. The agony is palpable. It felt like I was bleeding yet nothing was coming out.

When the ice bag reached my head, he questioned, "Does it hurt?" I bit my lip so hard that I wouldn't complain. It stings.

"Thank you; I'll do the net after I clean your room," I respectfully remarked before acting up at the meal.

He swiftly slapped his right hand on the table's edge, thinking it was exhausting to meet me.

"No, I'm already here," he stated directly, the ice bag still on my head and his gaze fixed on mine.

"However, Sir."

"Stop fucking around, Santos." I close my eyes to avoid his gaze, as if I were melting you.

"What are you doing?" he asked as the ice bag lodged in my skull.

"Concentrating," I reasoned as the stress in my thoughts eased.

When he didn't ask again, I exhaled a sigh of relief. Hopefully, the next time he will remove the ice bag from my head and I will be able to continue my work.

That absence made me smile, and I awoke swiftly.

Wrong again, and again. When I opened my eyes, there were two pairs of eyes peering into mine, and there was burning air between us.

The lovely lips that had touched mine were gone for good. They were gone, and he seemed to be rushing through his kiss with me.

His right hand entered into my womanhood and rudely tore my uniform, which was on my thigh.

As he tore, I gasped and hastily restrained my hand before I could shove him into his position.

The sound of him collapsing with the next one, of his shoving me horizontally on the table, of him going to shut the door.

I took advantage of his having his back turned by getting up and leaving the table.