Nora’s POV
I got three hours of sleep on the office couch. Wren was already gone when I woke up — she'd left a note on the desk that said coffee in the break room, stop making that face and nothing else. I appreciated the efficiency. I did not appreciate that she knew what face I was making before she'd seen it.
I showered in the attending's washroom on the second floor, changed into the spare scrubs I kept in my locker, and was at the third-floor nurses' station by seven-fifteen with the overnight notes in my hand and my face doing exactly what it needed to do.
Which was nothing.
Mrs. Callum had been discharged the previous afternoon. Her room had a new patient — a mid-rank wolf named Max, admitted overnight for a bite wound that had gotten infected before his pack medic caught it. I
