I make my way to the help desk, and the receptionist directs me to where I need to go. My nerves escalate, and my palms sweat as I make my way up the staircase.
Dr. Abbott greets me with a smile and ushers me into his office. He goes over my contract and all the specific details about the hospital and my position. He’s the only one who knows who my father is and where I came from—information I don’t plan on sharing with anyone else here.
“Here are your new lab coats.” He hands me a stack of folded coats in plastic. They have the hospital name and logo on one side with Dr. Bell embroidered on the other side. Smiling, I thank him and press the stack to my chest while I try to hold on to everything else. “Dr. Umbridge is the department supervisor, and he should be here to go through protoco
