Chapter Eleven

The clinic was insanely busy the next day. It seemed like everyone and their mother had some sort of medical complaint. I worked through lunch. I worked until my eyes were blurry and my stomach groaned with hunger. I snarfed a banana and some beef jerky between two patients just so that I wouldn't pass out from running around the office.

“Hannah? You have Emily in room four,” Donna reminded me as I chugged a cold cup of coffee that I'd forgotten this morning. “She knows we're behind, but it's been thirty minutes. Remember to check on her.”

“I'll be right in,” I promised. “What other patients do we have?”

Donna glanced down at her list. “Dr. Mathews is just finishing up with one and then we're actually caught up. No one's on the list.”

I stared at her for a moment. “Seriously?”

She nodded. “Everyone wanted to be seen as soon as possible. The rush is over.”

“Thank god,” I told her, finishing my coffee. “That morning was brutal. I'm going to need the open afternoon just to get half the c