Nursing was hell. Dina was only in her second semester and she was fairly sure she was going to die in a hospital. Granted, she'd be dying of exhaustion in the break room rather than in a bed herself, but that was a small comfort.
Ah well. Dina had made this decision and now she could deal with it. Sure a kid had thrown up on her today (Twice. The same kid.) but she was helping people. At least she hadn't gotten the bug that was rampaging through her practicum cohort.
With every step, Dina blessed her ugly nurse's shoes that were still comfortable after being on her feet all day. Scrubs were comfortable as hell and they came in cute patterns, so the dress code was definitely a perk. She shivered a bit in the evening breeze, pulling her arms deeper into the oversized hoodie she'd stolen from her brother. Mostly a perk.
Finally, Dina got to the part of her walk home she hated the most; when she turned off the main roads and walked the final three blocks to her apartment building. She didn't live in a bad neighborhood, but it was a bit run down and there were a lot of broken streetlights, and after all Dina was a 5' 2" black woman who certainly wasn't going to win any CrossFit medals. She was a nurse for crying out loud. If only cabs weren't so expensive.
Dina picked up her pace as she walked down the alleyway. Head up, shoulders back, walk like you know what you're doing, and no one will fuck with you. Her brother's words echoed in her head as she strode toward home. Once she got to her apartment, there would be a hot bath, and music, and Iphy and Timmy would climb on her lap and purr, and this gross walk and grosser day at work would all be a hazy memory.
She was so lost in her daydream of candles and Bride and Prejudice running in the background that she didn't see the splash of blue in the alleyway with her. She did hear the THUMP as that blue figure fell into a trash can. The smart thing would have been to sprint for home and leave the homeless guy or mugger or serial killer to fend for themself. Instead, Dina rushed over to the figure. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
As she knelt by the probable murderer she was relieved to see it was a young girl, probably a few years younger than her, which took the likelihood of getting murdered back down. Then Dina saw the blood spreading across the woman's dress, and her anxiety ratcheted [i]all[/] the way back up. There was a big, big difference between blood in the ER and blood in a dirty grungy alleyway with no direct light. "Okay, you're not okay, clearly not okay, um, okay. Come on sweetheart, let's take care of you, okay? Okay."
Ah well. Dina had made this decision and now she could deal with it. Sure a kid had thrown up on her today (Twice. The same kid.) but she was helping people. At least she hadn't gotten the bug that was rampaging through her practicum cohort.
With every step, Dina blessed her ugly nurse's shoes that were still comfortable after being on her feet all day. Scrubs were comfortable as hell and they came in cute patterns, so the dress code was definitely a perk. She shivered a bit in the evening breeze, pulling her arms deeper into the oversized hoodie she'd stolen from her brother. Mostly a perk.
Finally, Dina got to the part of her walk home she hated the most; when she turned off the main roads and walked the final three blocks to her apartment building. She didn't live in a bad neighborhood, but it was a bit run down and there were a lot of broken streetlights, and after all Dina was a 5' 2" black woman who certainly wasn't going to win any CrossFit medals. She was a nurse for crying out loud. If only cabs weren't so expensive.
Dina picked up her pace as she walked down the alleyway. Head up, shoulders back, walk like you know what you're doing, and no one will fuck with you. Her brother's words echoed in her head as she strode toward home. Once she got to her apartment, there would be a hot bath, and music, and Iphy and Timmy would climb on her lap and purr, and this gross walk and grosser day at work would all be a hazy memory.
She was so lost in her daydream of candles and Bride and Prejudice running in the background that she didn't see the splash of blue in the alleyway with her. She did hear the THUMP as that blue figure fell into a trash can. The smart thing would have been to sprint for home and leave the homeless guy or mugger or serial killer to fend for themself. Instead, Dina rushed over to the figure. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
As she knelt by the probable murderer she was relieved to see it was a young girl, probably a few years younger than her, which took the likelihood of getting murdered back down. Then Dina saw the blood spreading across the woman's dress, and her anxiety ratcheted [i]all[/] the way back up. There was a big, big difference between blood in the ER and blood in a dirty grungy alleyway with no direct light. "Okay, you're not okay, clearly not okay, um, okay. Come on sweetheart, let's take care of you, okay? Okay."
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