Bomb Drop (1)

I left the consultation room.

I don't know.

Right now, I should just stop thinking about the paper and focus on how to survive until quitting time.

“I'm back!”

…

***

And so, abstract writing began.

Of course, it wasn't really some hellish ordeal.

Because I had a bunch of foul-tempered dead medical geniuses attached to me 24/7.

I worked in a corner of the ER station, handling patients with colds and drunks in between, while frantically gathering material with the gallery window open...