❝ –– 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.
❝ Ugh– Wow… What a pouty baby… Well are you busy? The patient is already in the OR and I need someone to scrub in with me who isn’t a resident. ❞
❝ I k n o w , right?” Teddy said, rolling her eyes conspiratorially. “But sure, I’m free. I’ve done nothing but post-ops all day — I’d love to get my hands dirty. N e e d it, actually. ❞
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