"Lucky night Nicole, you've only got 3 patients tonight" my supervisor Denise said smiling as she handed me my clipboard with reports.
"Yes!" I said, twirling happily as I put my jacket up on a hook. I greeted my coworkers and some fellow friendly faces as I quickly scanned over the papers while walking down the hall.
"You're gonna really cause someone a heart attack around here if you keep wearing those tight scrubs" My best friend Allie joked, smacking my bottom. She and I graduated college last year after being roommates for all 4 years and worked together now. Our friendship was almost destined to be.
"Look who's talking Ms. Nipples sticking out!" She stuck her tongue out at me and went into her patient's room.
Alright let's see I've got Mr. Rose, 85 years old and recovering from a hip replacement...Mrs. Bell, 74 who's in for close watch on that hemorrhage, and hmm who have we got here? A Mr. Polawski, 38 who is in because of...erectile dysfunction?