Ella

The soft hum of fluorescent lights fills the room as I sit at my desk, my fingers scrolling through a patient's file as I try to figure out the best way to speed up their recovery. Papers and charts are scattered all over, the remnants of a long day of hard work. My eyes blur as I skim over the numbers and reports, and I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples. It's late, but my mind refuses to quit.

That's when my phone rings, jolting me out of my focus. ...