TWENTY-THREE
"Doctor to 207! Doctor to 207!" The carrying call echoed down the ward as my pager purred on my hip.
I set my steaming coffee down with a sigh and headed to answer the summons. An intern doctor's job never ends.
Three patients and my second marriage proposal for the day later, I batted the soap dispenser to disinfect my hands so I could finish my coffee. Hopefully, before I fell asleep on my feet.
I waved the water off and wiped my hands, tossing the paper towel in the bin as I passed. I snatched up my mug, striding as fast as I could to the handover room, where I might be able to grab two minutes to drink my coffee.
My hopes for peace shattered when I saw I shared the room with the next shift of nurses. They huddled around the recorded handover, narrated by this shif
