❝ –– 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.
Carter smiled subconsciously at her new title, being a doctor had always been her dream, and even though she had been an intern for several months, the title always brought a smile to her face. The smile, however, didn’t last long as she listened to her attending say that she felt off this morning too. Taking a sip of her coffee, Carter solemnly nodded, “You mean the sense of impending doom? Then yes, I felt it. I’m a Shepherd, I’m always ready.” Her lip curled at the thought of pit being packed, she loved the surgeries it brought, but not the semi-disorganized mess that came with it. “You do know that you completely jinxed us right?”
“Not before you did,” Teddy
chuckled. “By any means, I’m ready for it. This is exactly what you interns need to step up your game — you might just learn a thing
or two today.” Smiling to herself, Teddy thought, a thing or two about staying out of the way. “Whose service are you on, Shepherd? I haven’t seen you this far from the Neuro floor since your first
day,” Teddy teased.
