Nineteen hours. Twenty-eight minutes. Forty-two seconds.
That’s how long my shift lasted. Nineteen hours, twenty-eight minutes, and forty-two seconds of fixing broken bones, yelling at interns, and listening to Mark whine about the lack of nurses willing to put out ever since his break up with Lexie. Nineteen. Fuckin’. Hours.
Groggily, I make my
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