Savage Mafia Prince

Micah

O f course my first night back at work is a full moon. On a Friday night. In my shitty, small-town ER.

I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve this, because I definitely didn’t earn this kind of punishment in my lifetime. I’m not perfect, but I do my best. My karma can’t be this bad.

“Micah—new patients in beds four, six, and eight are yours when you get to them,” the charge nurse, Rebecca, yells at me as I hustle past with an armful of supplies. I’m on my way to a trauma bay to help with an emergent paracentesis because they don’t have enough hands. It’s not my patient, but there’s only one tech for the entire unit tonight, which means all the nurses are doing their own tech work as well as helping each other where they can. Just physically transferring patients to inpatient and back is keeping our girl wrapped up all night, so for everything else, we’re on our own.