“CODE RED. CODE RED. DR. HILTON TO EMERGENCY.”
Olivia's butt barely touched her office chair when the loud voice boomed through the ceiling speakers. "Not now," she whispered, pushing herself up, regret in her blue and green eyes as she eyed her Starluxe coffee.
Today was particularly grueling. This morning, she had spent countless hours assisting Dr. Wilson, the expert neurosurgeon, who performed three separate surgeries, one of which was a complex spinal tumor removal that lasted five hours. Her feet ached in her sensible shoes, and all she wanted was five minutes to sit down and drink the coffee that was now going cold on her desk.
The emergency department was two floors down, and even though the elevator would be faster, she took the stairs. Too many times she'd been stuck in a slow
