I remembered feeling annoyed.
I did not remember feeling warned.
The shift was brutal from the start. Two admissions before breakfast. Grandparents who had driven through the night from Kentucky. A mother apologizing to her baby through incubator glass as if guilt could prove love.
By evening, I had helped a family through the kind of goodbye no parent should ever have to make. When I finally clocked out, I felt hollow in a way only nurses understand. Not sad in one place. Sad everywhere.
All I wanted was a hot shower and thirty minutes where no one needed anything from me.
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