poured out before bed
“Yes sir, I’m the medical student on-call with you this evening.”
Dr. Snub towers over me, peering down his sizable nose, achieving an expression both blank and disdainful.
“Well, isn’t that nice.”
He sits beside me, swinging his chair in a wide arc to clear a rather large personal space sphere. He then turns away, his shoulders blocking the monitors and twisted as far away from me as the ergonomic chair and his young spine allow.
He begins pounding through his queue, dictating in hushed tones concerning images I can hardly see.
It’s going to be an awesome 12 hours.