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~Jax~ “You really think it’s that noble? Some days, I wonder why I thought nursing was a good idea. It’s so tiring to deal with people, especially old ones who think that they don’t need drugs or follow-ups.” Listening to her prattle on and on was like listening to nails as they scratched iron. My head was beginning to hurt, and my patience waned with every complaint she made. I wasn’t the one who told her to get into nursing or deal with people in the medical area, so why was I suffering because of her poor section-making skills? “Surely, there must be things you like about your job.” I didn’t care that I was being rude by interrupting her because I was done with her whining. I pasted a smile on my face to look like I was just trying to be a loving person towards her when I couldn’t