24 - Emergency Room

Ava - Winter

‘Will you stop fussing over me?’ The sharp tone’s of an elderly woman broke through the busy emergency room.

I’m lent over the nurses station, coffee in one hand, pen in the other as she worked through the forms of my last patient, Mr Foster. I’m frowning at the form, tired after a nightshift, but just a few more months and my residency will be finished.

Lou’s sat down beside me, fingers clicking with speed across her computer. Every now and then she peeks up over the edge of the station at the busy room, swears beneath her breath and gets back to work. It’s not often that we’re scheduled to work together, but whenever we are, it’s always busy.

I’m quickly ticking boxes and scribbling notes, so that later when I need to complete the full paperwork, I can remember what happened, my diagnosis and the recommended treatment. I smother a yawn behind my hand and Lou jabs me in the side with a sharp finger.

‘Your shift just ended, go home,’ she mutters and a few of the closest