Anna wanted to pull her hair out whenever she remembered last night.
Was she so touch-starved that a single night of s*x messed this badly with her head?
Anna sighed heavily. Her feet scuffed as she walked through the corridor, a hand shoved deep in her scrub, a chart in the other.
She'd taken more patients. Sought out attendings and asked if they needed help. Checked on patients that weren't hers.
Just to keep her mind off what had happened.
But of what use was all that, when it looped in her head the second her hands weren't busy?
“I don't even want to go home,” she whined under her breath, kicking at the floor.
“Chief?”
Turning toward the voice, she found Nurse Abigail at the station, a patient’s log open on her screen.
She walked over. “Did something happen?”
Nurse Abig
