I stood up and picked up the signed agreement.
"Whether anyone wants me or not doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I don't want you."
My position at the hospital was restored.
But instead of returning to my old, comfortable nursing station, I applied for intensive critical care training in the ICU, the most demanding department in the hospital.
Many colleagues thought I had lost my mind.
The ICU was exhausting, high-pressure, and unforgiving. Most nurses hoped to transfer out as soon as they could.
But for years, I had wanted to improve my skills and become a better nurse.
Beckett had always discouraged me.
"A nurse only needs to give injections and change dressings. Why waste time learning things beyond that?"
I used to listen to him.
I stayed within the narrow boundari
