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Hour 20: The white walls soffocating me, I'm a walking zombie and a hero wannabe. The background sounds beep, beep, beep and I just wanna sleep. I have a worried mother whose child has fever, and a not-so-hurt drunk driver that tonight became a killer. A 40 year old that's been coughing a few days and thought of coming to the ER at 4am because, hey, they are probably not so busy anyways. I like my job, and I love saving lives, but God knows I have to put in order mine. A heart has stopped in bed number nine, chest compressions and meds don't make it beat, I don't want to, but I gotta call it. A teenager needs stitches, she's making a mess, apparently her scar is more important than anyone else. A few more hours and I can go home, time is passing slowly. Hey, look! There is the sun!
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
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Hour 20: The white walls soffocating me, I'm a walking zombie and a hero wannabe. The background sounds beep, beep, beep and I just wanna sleep. I have a worried mother whose child has fever, and a not-so-hurt drunk driver that tonight became a killer. A 40 year old that's been coughing a few days and thought of coming to the ER at 4am because, hey, they are probably not so busy anyways. I like my job, and I love saving lives, but God knows I have to put in order mine. A heart has stopped in bed number nine, chest compressions and meds don't make it beat, I don't want to, but I gotta call it. A teenager needs stitches, she's making a mess, apparently her scar is more important than anyone else. A few more hours and I can go home, time is passing slowly. Hey, look! There is the sun!
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
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