Aria
I was walking the new intern through some of the basics how to log patient files, where the supplies were kept, the right way to speak gently to the elderly patients who needed more patience than medicine. Watching her scribble notes with eager eyes swelled something warm in my chest. It reminded me of myself when I first came here clueless, nervous, desperate to get everything right.
Now, somehow, I'd become the one explaining, guiding. Patients smiled when they saw me, colleagues trusted me, and I'd earned a place I never thought I would.
"Don't worry, you'll catch on fast," I told her with an encouraging smile.
Just then, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I fished it out, and Ethan's name lit up the screen. My heart skipped in that familiar way it always did.
"Excuse me
