Rough hair, baggy eyes, and a slightly pale face, it was just an hour into work, but Caily couldn't wait to go home already.
Just like always, she sauntered into her office and stumbled down tiredly on her chair,
Melissa walked in a few seconds later, holding a stack of medical files in her hands.
A soft smile grazed her face as she approached Caily, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got run over by a truck!" Caily groaned,
Melissa chuckled slightly, "I know it seems like we are overworking you—"
"Oh, definitely! I've attended to about fifteen patients already and it hasn't even been that long since I resumed work today, "Caily grumbled,
"You are doing great, and we are just warming you up. It will get better," Melissa professed,
Caily nodded, sitting up, "I'll trust you on that one," her eyes glistened at Melissa,
