Ella
The soft hum of fluorescent lights fills the room as I sit at my desk, my fingers scrolling through a patient's file as I try to figure out the best way to speed up their recovery. Papers and charts are scattered all over, the remnants of a long day of hard work. My eyes blur as I skim over the numbers and reports, and I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples. It's late, but my mind refuses to quit.
That's when my phone rings, jolting me out of my focus. I glance at the screen, recognizing Elijah's name immediately. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I pick it up.
"Hey," I say, letting the tiredness creep into my voice.
"Hey, you," Elijah's voice comes through, warm and teasing. "What are you up to?"
I sigh and glance at the mess of files in front of me. "Just going through some patients' files," I reply. "Trying to see if I can speed up their recovery time."