Fucked Every Which Way But Loose
NIGHT SHIFT: CODE BLUE – PART VI

The ER felt like it never slept. Which made sense, because lately, neither had I. I’d barely clocked into my shift when I found myself gloving up beside Demetrius again, the two of us stationed over another rebar impalement—a second case in as many days. It was unusual. Two patients, same injury, same hospital. This one was younger, conscious, and thankfully stable, but it felt like déjà vu with a mean edge. The kind that made your gut tighten even when the facts said otherwise.
