8
“Just can’t stand hospitals, can you?” Destiny asked.
I shivered as the cold wind blew through us. It started to snow as we walked under the covered entrance to the emergency room and headed toward the subway terminal connected to the hospital.
Destiny huddled close to me to keep warm.
A black Mitsubishi pulled up, and two nurses met a woman who climbed out of the passenger seat, coughing. They helped her into a wheelchair.
“Lot of stuff going around, huh?” I asked.
“Wouldn’t want to be a nurse right now,” Destiny said.
Destiny almost went to school for nursing. She had even worked part-time in a hospital serving meals until she realized that the twelve-hour shifts and constant sight of blood and s**t weren’t for her.
A doctor in an orange arctic coat walked by carrying a sack lu
