«Take care of the drunk, maybe he’ll marry you!» — shouted the senior nurse. But no one could imagine WHAT would happen in a minute…

Emily tiredly adjusted her white coat, smoothing the wrinkled folds on the fabric with her palm. She had been working at the city hospital for just a week, but she already felt the full weight of tense shifts, unexpected calls, and cold attitudes from senior colleagues, especially one of them the senior nurse, Susan Thompson.

Well what, again something not right. Emily restrainedly looked at her boss, trying to maintain a neutral expression on her face. Susan Thompson heavily sighed, crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.

What is this punishment for me, why did they send you specifically to me? Her voice was filled with undisguised irritation. Emily silently shrugged her shoulders, hiding awkwardness behind even breathing. She knew that in their small town it was impossible to get a job in a prestigious medical center, which she dreamed of, but despite this, she never regretted her choice.

Even from childhood the profession of a nurse seemed special to her. She more than once observed how medics help people and dreamed of being one of them, but her mom thought otherwise. Sweetie, well why do you need this? Tried to dissuade her mother, when Emily chose the profession.

You will work all your life in one place, at most become a senior nurse. Does that really suit you? But Emily just smiled in response. Mom, and is it pleasant for you yourself, when a nurse cannot hit the vein or does a bandage somehow? I want to do everything conscientiously, so that patients appreciate my work.

Is that not enough? Mother just heavily sighed, but arguing with her daughter was useless. Now, being in the hospital corridor under the piercing gaze of Susan Thompson, Emily again pondered her choice. She knew that she was a good nurse, despite her recent experience.

Want to work? — mockingly squinted the senior nurse, clearly enjoying her embarrassment. Emily clenched her teeth, but remained silent. Excellent, then go to the emergency department.

Today is Friday drunks there will have fun, and you will definitely find something to do, — threw Susan Thompson, smirking, and went about her business. Emily took a deep breath and headed to the emergency room. She understood that this was not just a shift, this was punishment.

But she didn’t care, because no matter what kind of person rich, poor, drinking or neat, they all needed help, and that means she was obliged to provide it. In the emergency room real chaos was happening. A drunk woman with a dirty bandage on her head was loudly singing at the top of her lungs, a man in an intoxicated state was yelling something at a frightened nurse, and nearby an elderly lady, with a face red from indignation, threatened the staff, demanding immediate examination of her husband…

Emily froze for a moment, and then headed to the frightened nurse, whom the patient was yelling at. “Let me help,” — she said calmly, gently stepping between the girl and the aggressive man. He frowned, measuring her with a heavy gaze…