"Alright, David you go into Room 108," Jennele said, out of breath as she hurried down the halls. At the sight of him not cooperating, she turned her head, "And that is an order!" She called.
"Since when can petty little nurses order us around?" David asked rudely.
"Since somebody sat on their butt all day while the nurses worked. You'd better hurry, this is an emergency!" Jennele called as she turned through the white halls. Her reflection was displayed perfectly in the tiles as she dashed down the hall. She raced down the steps, skipping them by twos. This was day-to-day life at Dameron Hospital. It was a busy hospital full of patients, and one second missed could mean the difference between life and death.
Daniel sat in the black chair while surgeons were performing surgery on his mother. It killed him to think of his mother getting surgery, but he had to deal with it. He swallowed, trying to relax himself. It was hard to deal with, feeling like nobody was there for him yet having to be there for someone else.