“Oh, what the f**k,” I say as I walk through the doors of the health care unit at work and I see a line of eight inmates against the wall. Each one of them is handcuffed at the back and have their heads down as I stare at the charge nurse from the day shift. “What is going on?”
She sighs and shakes her head at my questions. “Each one of them was caught with a cellphone on their person and at least three of them had drugs on them as well. So, we will make a deal with you. We will do half of the body charts before we leave and you can do the other half after we leave. Is that a deal?”
I smirk and shake my head slowly at her. “I don’t think I’m qualified enough to make that call.”
“Actually, you are,” Mrs. Smith says. She sighs as she moves closer to me and the day shift charge nurse an
