Then, the ER doors burst open. A massive influx of patients poured in—a car accident, multiple injuries, chaos. Nathan barely had time to breathe between helping administer first aid and assisting with surgeries. The hours blurred into one long, grueling stretch of exhaustion.
By the time his shift ended, Nathan felt like a zombie. But the morgue was waiting. Reluctantly, he made his way down the cold, dimly lit hallway. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it was quiet. And at that moment, Nathan craved silence more than anything.