The hallways buzzed with activity. Nurses moved quickly between patient rooms while doctors spoke quietly near the nurses’ station.
I wondered about Lydia.
As I turned the corner near the elevators, someone called my name.
“Dina!”
I looked up.
Lydia stood near the desk, wearing light blue scrubs.
Her hair was pulled back neatly, and a hospital badge hung from her pocket.
She looked exhausted.
But she was smiling.
“I finished the training program last week,” she said proudly. “This is my first official training shift.”
“That’s incredible,” I said.
She laughed softly.
She looked exhausted.
