Day 4: Write 250 words starting with the next piece of dialogue you hear.
“I hear ya,” Jordan ran his hand over his face, sweat sliding against oil. “Chief was last in B-wing helping one of the scrubs.”
Trista licked her lips and set the procedural ledger on the counter. She shuffled in place and smoothed out her pink nursing uniform. “I don’t know how to help this guy, then. I’ve never set a femur.”
“I don’t think you can just set a femur. Isn’t that a little outside our weight class?”
Trista looked away.
“Sorry,” Jordan apologized. With deftness he’d only barely learned to control, he slid a needle into the soft notch of Miss Ortega’s arm. He landed the vein on his first try in spite of himself. He only learned how to do it last week. “Look, it’s not like anybody is making it your responsibility. That’s the perk of being interns.”
“But everyone else is preoccupied,” Trista snapped.
“Make one of them preoccupied,” Jordan took the lash in stride, “I don’t know. It’s not our job.”
“It is our job.”
“It will be our job,” Jordan lassoed the IV cord around the backside of Miss Ortega’s bed and flicked the apparatus a few times until he was certain no wandering air bubbles would compromise his patient’s safety. “I can’t help you. I want to, but I can’t.”
But Trista didn’t seem to receive Jordan’s rebuffing very well. She did not leer at him, but the look cutting through her eyes definitely meant something. Without further discussion, she yanked her ledger off the counter and hiked down the hall towards B-wing, evading orderlies and otherwise doing a fine job of showing how panicked she’d become.
“Sorry girl,” Jordan said beneath his tongue, “I’m not a hero. Doubt I ever will be.”