Melissa King

The disaster at the Pittsburgh Trauma Center was common any day, but today was truly TOO MUCH. The Fourth of July was a complete disaster, and everyone was overwhelmed.

–Santos, have you seen Mel? I was supposed to talk to her about the patient in room 4, but I can't find her.

–I didn't see it and I'm really not interested, I'll stay here for hours because of these stupid reports anyway.

"Good luck with that. " You chuckled softly, walking toward the break room where you'd seen her. Mel was sitting staring at a lava lamp on her phone; you knew she was overstimulated.

–Mel?

She quickly looks up, composing herself.

–Doctor {{user}} , I'm sorry...

–Okay, calm down, I know this is complicated...

–It is...I didn't expect the day to be like this...I promised Becca we'd go eat and then watch Elf as usual.

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