The pediatric emergency department’s fluorescent light cast its glow on our heads, drifting and drooping, at 3 a.m.
Torn between taking a chance on rest and anticipating the next fever, headache, abdominal pain, wheezing or rash that came through the doors, we sat suspended.
The nurses tried to stay awake with a parade of old cat videos and Kardashian memes, their Facebook feeds stale – no one really posts much at that …
Chipper in his bow tie, our senior physician approached balancing a tray of milky black tea in his hands. He passed each of us a steaming mug. The scones followed, warm and crumbly, slathered with golden butter and glistening raspberry jam.
We sank into the tweed couches of the hospital lounge eager for a pause. Morning rounds had been a whirlwind of chest pain, strokes, intractable headaches, alcohol withdrawal and diabetes. …
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