Ava’s Point of View
By the time my shift finally ends, I feel like I might actually collapse.
My feet hurt. My back hurts. My brain hurts, and if one more patient had come into the ER during the last ten minutes of my shift, I genuinely might have started to cried.
I let out a long sigh as I drive back to Luna’s house, one hand on the steering wheel while Spencer’s voice fills the car through the Bluetooth.
“So, how is the hospital? Are people still weird there?”
She immediately asks and I laugh softly.
“Yes, absolutely, but the hospital itself is great.”
“Yeah? So things are good?”
“Honestly? Yeah. I really love it there. It’s busy all the time, which I actually like. And everyone’s been really nice.”
“Well… mostly everyone.”
Spencer says pointedly and I groan immediately.
“Ple
