“Only twenty more minutes and we are done! Girl, give me a high five.”
Corinne Dawson slapped Malika Hobbs’s uplifted hand before returning to her patient charts. The next twenty minutes were all that stood between them and the completion of the clinical hours required for their nursing program. With finals finished, this was the last requirement for graduation. Thank God. The last two semesters of juggling online classes, clinical hours, and her job as a waitress at Dinner Belles had meant little sleep and even less time with her son. But the end was in sight.
“We should totally go out for drinks to celebrate. Or ice cream. A big a*s banana split,” Malika continued. “And then a three hour nap.”
The idea of that nap almost made Corinne whimper. “I wish. I’ve still got a shift at the din
