It's Not Too Late
Aubrey needs to pick up her bed this afternoon and I'm pretty sure she's too busy with work to remember that she needs to be back at her apartment within the hour. I look around the neuro ward for her but she's nowhere to be found so I look at the board and see that the last surgery she scrubbed in on was a plastics surgery.
One of the nurses I've befriended tell me that she's been assigned to plastics indefinitely and she had a row with Sloan and Shepherd already today.
I turn the corner just as she's coming out the scrub room, looking very unhappy, "You know your bed is arriving at your apartment in less than twenty minutes," I say, walking towards her.
One of the nurses I've befriended tell me that she's been assigned to plastics indefinitely and she had a row with Sloan and Shepherd already today.
I turn the corner just as she's coming out the scrub room, looking very unhappy, "You know your bed is arriving at your apartment in less than twenty minutes," I say, walking towards her.