Chapter 22

• “You still came to work. You must love the attention.” I hear Tacha snicker as I prepared for surgery.
• “I am not in the mood, Tacha.” I mumbled. I had woken up tired despite sleeping for a long while.
• I adjusted my surgical mask, feeling the familiar tightness around my ears. The scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. I glanced at the clock on the wall, just a few minutes until we began.