Here we are, about to knock on her door. I’m scared, but in a good way. I guess I’m excited. Are we going to talk about yesterday? Are we going to just ignore it and be friends? Anything could happen at this point.
Late night at the hospital again, walking through the hallways full of hope and white coats. I'm blending in wearing blue scrubs, but in reality, I am screaming for attention. Blue scrubs mean you are a doctor, but not one with any power, yet. As you might've guessed already, I am a 4th year medical resident at East Wave Central. One of the busiest hospitals on the East Coast. We have the best residential program in the country, as well as the greatest trauma and neurosurgeons. My name is Saia, I’m 26, turning 27 in a month, but who wants to think about getting old, am I right?
Monday night. No, it might be Tuesday night.