On call room - 7am.
Her last night shift had felt like it was never going to end. Private practice hours had spoiled her. As an intern, she had quickly acquired the ability to stay up for days. Now that she was taking on extra night shifts again, her internal clock had been stubborn to adjust.
She glanced down at her jittery hands, and sighed, "More coffee, or sleep?"
Instead of her usual dressy attire, she had opted for scrubs and sneakers. She sat cross legged on the bottom bunk of one of the on-call room beds, scrunching her nose as she tried not to imagine the questionable relations that tended to go down on aforementioned beds.
"Coffee. Too much to do," She decided, looking down at her paperwork.
She glanced down at her jittery hands, and sighed, "More coffee, or sleep?"
Instead of her usual dressy attire, she had opted for scrubs and sneakers. She sat cross legged on the bottom bunk of one of the on-call room beds, scrunching her nose as she tried not to imagine the questionable relations that tended to go down on aforementioned beds.
"Coffee. Too much to do," She decided, looking down at her paperwork.