I get up early, since it's already a habit for me. I took my bath and put on the clothes I wore yesterday, which I had folded and kept on a chair. How am I going to cope here without clothes? I asked myself.
I left my room and walked towards the room of the person who has been my patient since yesterday. I can't deny that I feel empathy for him. He is a child and may need his mother or someone to take care of him during this period.
I opened the door quietly and walked closer to his bed. I checked his wounds, changed his dressings, and saw that the wounds were healing properly. Then I injected the pain medication into his IV.
"Miss, good morning, Mr. Enzo is waiting for you for breakfast," Lola informed me.
"Good morning, thank you," I replied. I finished what I was doing and went down
