LOVE IN SCRUBS

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nning the monitors and vital signs one last time. Wi

lace," my resident,

l on Willy's vitals "Go

f the last suture and stepped back, surveying my work, the pressure in his brain had been relieved.

sense of satisfaction and focus, this is what I was trained for- the precision, the trust placed in me to

the most boring part of my job but to me it wasn't. I won't say I enjoyed interviewing doct

all-night surgery had taken its toll, but I knew I couldn't rest yet.

derstanding.But before I could even take a step towards the scrub room, one o

weight of my exhaustion. But I knew I

?" I asked, already h

-car pileup on the highway," the nurse replied,

rgotten in the face of

iew Nurse Clarice were put on hol

The air was thick with the scent of blood and antiseptic. I sprinted to the fir

eding, possible spinal cord injury," the ER resident replied, her voice tight with urge

my team and I fighting to save the lives of the critically injured patients pouring in.But despite our best efforts, we lost two

p from the hasty wash. I was ready to get this meetin

a ward boy, "Watch where you're going!

or behind me. jumped in her seat, eyes

her off, dropping int

in the mirror. My hair was disheveled, my eyes

d file. It read Clarice Hernandéz. Somehow, the fi

th" I said, not even looking up from the files on my desk. But as I glanced u