I took a sip of my earl grey. I treated myself to a pot of tea and a slice of carrot cake the second I walked into the coffee house. “Sounds to me like yet another day in the pediatrics wing.”
She rolled her eyes, sweeping her hand over her hair. Her messy bun of dark blonde hair was coming apart, flyaways everywhere. “Don’t even get me started. I love my job, but if I have to deal with another helicopter parent telling me I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, I’m going to lose my s**t. It’s like, I’m the nurse. I know how to administer a needle and check for vitals. Why are you telling me how to do my job?”
I smirked, holding back my laughter. “I’m sure they’re just being protective.”
“More like a giant pain in my ass.” She slumped back in her chair and sighed. “It doesn’t help that we
