Lydia’s POV
By the time my shift finally ended, all I wanted was to peel off my scrubs, crawl into bed, and pretend the day had never happened.
The hospital had been relentless from the moment I’d clocked in. Between back-to-back admissions, impatient attendings, and a trauma case that had kept the entire floor on edge for most of the afternoon, my head had been pounding for hours. The only thing keeping me moving had been the promise that, eventually, my shift would end.
I pushed open the locker room door with a weary sigh, grateful to find it empty. The quiet felt almost sacred after the constant noise of the surgical wing.
Crossing to my locker, I spun the combination and pulled it open. My folded clothes sat exactly where I’d left them that morning. I changed quickly, stuffing my s
