They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

buildings meant to never truly rest. Somewhere, a floor down, monitors were beeping, people were breathing because someone like me had learned enough to keep their hearts moving, but up there, it was just the rustle of paper, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the occasional squeak of someone’s shoe against polished tile.

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