The first time I pronounced someone dead
It’s easy to get lost in the hospital. I’m only an intern, and already I know it like the hallways of my old high school, every doorway, and doorknob. But overnight, as I float between the floors and the units, answering pages, I quickly lose track of where I am, what time it is, what day it is.
I am vaguely aware that I’m on the fifth floor, the top floor …
