Mira punched in as the night nurse at the city’s hospital. She checked the charts to see what rounds she had and which patients she would be attending to that night. She looked at her image in her pocket mirror and saw how haggard she actually looked. She sighed, “At least, I made it to work.”
She had been up during her sleep time arguing with her live-in boyfriend. Mira was trying to make sense of it all, but the haze enveloped her. She simply knew that she could not go on like this. Something had to give.
She momentarily forgot her woes as she reviewed the patient charts. There was a new patient and from what she could tell his prognosis did not look good. He had had surgery and she saw that he was 42 as she was. Her jaw dropped when she saw that they had the…
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