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

energy in the room when she glanced up was the same and it was, without question, her.

“Good morning,” I said, because sixteen years of practice means the words come out level regardless of what is happening inside you. “I’m your nurse today. My name is Lena.”

She barely glanced up from her phone. “Finally. I’ve been waiting forever.”

The exact same bite.continue reading …