Stacy entered the hospital with a mix of determination and compassion, unaware of the subtle scrutiny from her colleagues.
Oblivious to the lingering glances, she headed straight for the elevator, eager to commence her rounds.
Once she reached her designated floor, Stacy changed into her crisp white coat, a symbol of her commitment to healing. She put her hands into her pocket.
She didn't want to mind the awkward stares she had been getting all morning since she had arrived in the office. It didn't seem to bother her the least.
As she embarked on her rounds, checking in on patients who had undergone surgeries, her warm demeanor and infectious smile were constant companions. They all loved her especially the way she was friendly with everyone in the ward.