Ava’s Point of View
After my run-in with Damon earlier, the rest of my shift turns unexpectedly hectic.
Which honestly?
Thank God.
Because it means I barely have time to think.
Patients keep coming in one after another.
Charts pile up.
Nurses constantly ask questions.
At one point I don’t even get a chance to sit down for almost three hours straight.
And every single time my thoughts even try drifting back towards Damon and the horrible things he said to me earlier, someone interrupts me before I can spiral too badly.
By lunchtime I barely have enough time to grab a sandwich before getting called away again.
I only see Luna in passing throughout the day.
A quick wave in the hallway.
A tired smile from across the nurses’ station.
A mouthed “help me” when one of the older docto
