I was still wearing the same scrubs I had worn that morning.
They were stiff now.
Not with sweat.
With blood.
I stood in her office holding my phone, my hospital papers, and what was left of my future.
“There was an emergency,” I said.
My voice sounded thin even to me.
“A woman collapsed in front of me. She had head trauma. She was bleeding. I stayed with her until the ambulance got there.”