Jason’s POV
Dr. Maze and I stood in a patient’s room as I looked at his chart. He was a fifty three year old man with a stab at the left side of his neck. He had been rushed in here yesterday, and Dr. Maze and I had worked on him yesterday all round the night in the operating room.
Now, we were just back to check on him before he was taken to recovery. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. “Damn, I should be drinking the second cup of coffee right now.” I said and Dr. Maze smiled.
She nodded and said. “I agree with you. You usually won’t play with your coffee in the morning like this.” She patted my shoulder.
“Life of an ER doctor, I guess.” I said with a sigh.
I glanced at the patient, his chest rising and falling steadily. It was a relief to see him stable. "It’s crazy how one night can fe
