TAMARA
“Excuse me. Who are you?”
Director Peterson rushed out, his words slurred as he gave me a sluggish once-over. His voice dragged like he had just woken up from a heavy nap, though I could see from his glassy eyes that it was the bottle that kept him company. He was an old man, his hair completely grey, his skin frail and papery with age, but somehow his features still held a strange youth.
I didn’t want to accept the truth staring me in the face, that he was drinking at work, wearing his white coat like a shield of authority, while there was no doctor in the A&E unit and Shawn was still bleeding out on the floors.
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Peterson. Although I wish we were meeting under different circumstances. But I am Nurse Tamara Baron. I work here.” I forced out, my voice carr
