Chapter 15
Work was the same, no matter what time it was or where he was, for that matter. Doctors bustled around with an air of importance while the nurses sprinted between the hard tasks of actual patient care and paperwork. Zeke loved it, even if he worked too hard. Harder nowadays.
No amount of piss-your-pants terror while holding a person together with his bare hands or the dull humdrum of endless typing seemed to help at all. At least Jim was up to his usual grouchiness.
“The patient in 109 is sucking face with his girlfriend,” Jim grumbled. One of his standard complaints, then. “They need to knock it off.”
Zeke shook his head, bemused. “The guy did just manage to avoid losing his right hand. Let them celebrate a few minutes.”
That earned him a withering look. “No reason to do t
