Naya's POV
Twenty people, that's how many people I snatched from the hands of death and now, they are lying in their beds stable and recovering.
I slide to the ground, my entire shirt and trousers are covered with blood and other bodily fluids.
Even though I am exhausted and so sweaty, the feeling of fulfillment that comes with saving lives is heavy in my heart today.
A nurse is next to me, she is panting and her head is against the wall. We look at each other and we laugh.
“Hi, I'm Pat.” She stretches out her gloved hand.
“Naya.” I shake her equally gloved hand.
“Hi. You are not a new hire, are you?”
“No. I am a registered nurse that coincidentally walked into the hospital when it happened.” I say.
“I see.” Pat says. “I saw all that you did. You are incredible. You are a
