"Dr. Campbell, the patient in bed 20 just had a heart attack. Please go check on it immediately."
"Got it."
As Adam Jones stared at Elly Campbell, somewhat lost in thought, a sudden, urgent voice broke through his reverie, snapping him back to the present.
Elly Campbell had already put away the patient file in front of her and was swiftly heading toward the room of the patient the intern had mentioned.
He stood there, motionless, and after ten minutes, he watched as Elly Campbell emerged from the patient's room, letting out a long sigh of relief, her forehead dotted with sweat.
Seeing her like this made his heart ache, inexplicably.
Holding the patient file, Elly Campbell glanced at her watch as she stepped out of the room. It was almost time to finish her shift.
Out of habit, Elly Campbell always made one final round in her patients' rooms before leaving the hospital.
