R O S A L I E
I arrived home from my shift to find Freya in the kitchen preparing dinner, her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and dressed in comfy sweat pants and shirt.
I slumped onto a nearby stool. "I'm tired, Frey. God, there's this one lady that literally brought in half her intestines. Like, not joking. All on the outside. She’s okay now though."
I could hear her laughing softly as I let my head fall on the counter, too drained to say anything else.
I did have some food to replenish energy, but some of these events were devastating. It was one of the worst days as a doctor. And the one I was trying so desperately to shake was seeing a teenager near death.
She turned around. "Looks like someone had an exciting day,"
"Extremely," I rolled my head to the side and closed m
