Date = 13 April
It took a whole week of anxious worry, but the results are out.
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
I’m spending more time here these days than my sister does.
POV – Aria
In my humble and currently unraveling opinion, Mel is way more anxious than she’s letting on. I judge this not by some profound emotional intuition but by the fact that she’s clutching her phone like a crab clings to a rock mid-tsunami. Honestly, if there were an Olympic event for white-knuckle phone-gripping, she’d bring home the gold, silver, and bronze.
Her blue eyes are glassy and fixed on some invisible point behind the counter — probably plotting the sluggish nurse’s demise.
Said nurse, a walking ad for spray tans and apathy, is typing so slowly it feels like we’ve been here since dial
