❝ –– 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 was thankful her shift was over, and so was the piles of charts and paperwork. It had been a rare day where all of the tiny humans she had seen survived with flying colors. But of course, there was always tomorrow.
After changing out of her scrubs, the blonde smiled when she spotted Teddy. “Looks like we both got out on time for once.” Making her way over to her, she tilted her head to the side. “Ready to get out of here?”
The day had been a rough one, and Teddy was eager to forget about
the patient whose heart had stilled under her fingertips barely an hour ago. As
a surgeon, she was well-practiced in putting on a brave face.
“This has to be a first,” Teddy managed to grin, amusement in her eyes. “And do
you really have to ask? I’ve been ready for the past shift and a half, and I’m so
not wasting any more of my life away in this place if I can help it. Come on,
the first round’s on me.”
