❝ –– 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.
Arizona shook her head, “No. I’m pretty much done for the night. Just a few more things to sign off on.” At least, she hoped she had nothing else to do. She needed this time with Teddy.
“If you stab someone with your scalpel you’ll be here even longer because you’ll have to then stitch said wound. So I’d refrain from that.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” Teddy
called over her
shoulder, grinning. “Jeez, people don’t know
how to take a j o k e around here, do they?”
An hour later, Teddy had just
about made it
through her shift, having only been tempted
to use her scalpel twice. Spying her friend
across the ER, she waved and called out.
