As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

Actual watching: tracking me as I moved through the room, studying my face when I looked down at the chart. I noticed it and I told myself not to interpret it. People watched their nurses. It didn’t mean anything.

I was scanning her morning medications when she looked at me in the particular way of someone on the verge of placing a face.

“Wait,” she continue reading …