I’ve been a nurse for six years now—long shifts, aching feet, and barely enough time to grab a bite—but despite it all, I love what I do. In the hospital, all that really matters is your skill and dedication; nobody cares about your appearance as long as you can take care of your patients.
But today… today forced me to confront a past I’d rather leave behind.
I strode into the ER with my chart in hand, my mind already on the next case. I barely registered the patient’s name as I began my routine, “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got—” Then I looked up.