Nightingale

“Good morning, Ma’am,” someone said making her jump in surprise. She looked to her left to see the security guard. He greeted her when he noticed her hesitation to enter inside. She nodded while forcing a smile.She entered the hospital nervously. She was afraid. She hadn’t been to a place like this before. Her low-heeled shoes clanked against the marble floor. She stood in the middle and turned her head around in all directions to take note of her surroundings.It was noisy yet classy. She could see people rushing in and out. Nurses holding files while many receptionists answered calls which just didn’t seem to stop.She walked in hesitantly thinking her decision through. No matter how nervous she might be, she had to do it. After all, it was her career. She chose to save people’s lives.Inhaling deeply, she walked over to the reception with newfound confidence. She rested her hands on the desk and waited for one of them to end their calls. As soon as one of the ladies hung up on the

“As long as I’m your boss, you are only going to do suction!” He barked at her with rage evident in his eyes.She looked at him as tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill out. She gritted her teeth but didn’t say anything. Despite her efforts to hold in, tears rained down her cheeks. There was a moment of silence before he turned from her and focused on the patient in front of him. Taking the scalpel, he made an incision between the 10th and 11th rib. She was still glaring at him while tears rolled down uncontrollably. She was holding the suction tube in one of her hands while she gave him a disgusted look.5 days, 12 surgeries, and still suction. Ayra was sick and tired of standing in the surgery room still doing nothing but holding the suction tube. Today she tried to voice out her opinion and ask if she could assist him in the surgery but he barked at her.Nobody in the room spoke but just stared at Ayra and Dimitri simultaneously. Dimitri was a calm man when he was

His brows scrunched up in confusion when he looked at her pale face. She was trying to jump out in just a fraction of a second, but now tears had welled up in her eyes.“Hey,” he called out and placed a hand on her shoulder but she didn’t even flinch. She just sat frozen.“Are you okay?” He asked her but got no response from her. Sighing in defeat, he turned around and looked ahead of him. He didn’t want to push her. He knew better than that.He gripped the steering wheel and clenched his jaw. He pressed on the start and stop button and the engine roared to life. He looked at Ayra once again but said nothing.He wanted to ask her what happened but he came to the conclusion that she might not be interested in sharing it with him. Specifically him.Silence engulfed the car as he drove quietly in the rain. The silence was bugging him but he chose to ignore it. He wanted to turn the music player on to reduce the silence but didn’t want to ignore what just happened to Ayra a few minutes ag

After Ayra finished her breakfast, Joanna came and picked up the dishes. That is when Joanna asked what her name was and how she knew Dimitri. Ayra told her everything and Jonna just gave her a tight-lipped smile.She later bought Ayra’s clean uniform, which she had washed and dried in the dryer last night. Ayra was grateful for it.Joanna walked back to the kitchen to see Dimitri sitting on the barstool and munching on an apple.“You like her don’t you?” Joanna asked him. He frowned and turned to look at her. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “What?” He asked her in confusion. “The girl, your resident, Ayra, you like her.” She stated and he just looked at her blankly.“Don’t you think you’

She took the brush and concealer and tried to hide her bruises. Pumping the concealer on the brush, she brought it closer to her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was tired of covering up the bruises on her body and face. She breathed out audibly and dropped the brush back on the dressing table. She was done with covering up. How much will she? After all, there comes a time when it all seems useless and that’s what she felt. It was useless.She walked to her bed and collected all of the things that lay scattered on the bed and put them in her bag. She pulled the zipper close and wore her backpack. She bent down and slid into her worn-out Grey sneakers and laced them up.She looked at her face, which was swollen at one side and a purplish-black bruise adorned the valley between her cheek and forehead. She walked out of her room not bothering about her face because they would only remind her of the pain she was trying to ignore.“Ayra, I’ve made your favorite, bac