Thursday Morning — Natalie's POV
My shift was finally over.
After twelve hours of dealing with everything from cardiac arrests to intoxicated patients.
I was ready to go home, shower, eat something, and crawl into bed.
Preferably in that order.
A few nurses and I were walking toward the locker room when Daria, the incoming charge nurse, came rushing toward us.
“Whoa! Hold up, guys! We've got multiple GSWs en route. There was a shootout early this morning. We're expecting at least ten patients. Anyone who can stay, we need you!”
I stopped.
Ten gunshot victims?
Well, s**t.
I looked toward the other nurses.
They looked back at me.
“Let's go.”
We turned around.
So much for my bed.
We hurried to secure our belongings before returning to the emergency department.
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