❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“ Well, that’s where I’ll have to disagree.” and she knows she’s pushing it, but she can’t stop herself. “If being invested– if caring– makes me a bad doctor… well then I’m not sure if I want to be a good one. ”
S t u p i d.
Stupid, stubborn residents who thought the world revolved
around them. Teddy could still remember when she’d stood in their place. There’d been a time when she, too, would have fought tooth and nail for a patient, but
Teddy had long since figured out that it only brought out the worst in her. Patiently, she tried to offer the advice that she’d received God knows how many times
before – but this wasn’t the kind of lesson that could be taught through words;
through knowledge. It was the kind of lesson only courage could bring, to have one’s hands in an open chest cavity and feel the heart grow still beneath your
fingers.
“I’m not asking you n o t to care. However much Yang
tries to convince you otherwise, we’re still human. Yes,
sometimes caring gives us just the fight we need to follow
it through, but more often than not it just h i n d e r s
us. You grow close to your
patient, and you start treating
them with your heart and not your head. That’s
not the job,
Stevens – you just have to remember that.”