Too late, Ex. NOW WATCH ME RISE
“She’s got gentle hands, this one.”
Nurse Harrison stood in the corner of the room, her arms crossed over her clipboard, her eyes tracking Lillian’s every movement like a hawk.
Lillian didn't let the scrutiny shake her. She washed her hands thoroughly at the sink, donned her clean gloves, and carefully peeled back the old tape from the patient’s abdomen, ensuring she didn't tear his fragile post-op skin. She discarded the old dressing into the biohazard bag, inspected the long incision line, and logged her observations mentally.