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“I was told you declined the offer for an extra shift, sir.”
I held hard on the urge to sit in a corner and laugh. Did she just call me sir? Nancy Philips of all people, whom I know inside out. She was walking as fast as I was, her little legs making the rush-rush sound of a nurse’s cover shoe on the marble floor of the hospital building.
“I changed my mind,” I replied as we approached the ward.
“Very kind of you.” She said with relief. “I asked David to speak to you because I knew your mind was made to honor your shift and decline an extra shift.”
“Very much unlike me.” We scurried into the ward, and there, I found them, the patients whom David spoke of. They were waiting to be carried into their place for a quick survey and surgery.
“This is serious,” I muttered a
