Chapter 7River
That night’s call had been the first. I’d almost fallen out of bed in an attempt to get to my feet while my brain still battled between making coherent sounds to Dr. Cobb whose name I’d seen on the screen and waking up.
Nurse mode, a colleague in New York had called it. It hit us when we were taking a nap and a patient came in, except this time I was fully asleep in my bed.
It took me twenty-five minutes to get out of bed and into the clinic’s driveway, mostly because the roads were empty at nobody-should-be-awake o’clock.
As I used the keypad in the front to get inside, I could hear murmuring from the back. Not many lights were on, but I supposed that was a good thing, given what we were doing here.
“It’s okay; it’s our nurse, River. He’s come to help me out,” Dr. Cobb
