My apartment was a place I went to shower and sleep between shifts, nothing more.
The girl, Lily, was three, and her life was hanging by a thread.
Her parents died at the scene of the terrible car accident.
I went to shower and sleep between shifts.
I was the trauma surgeon and stayed in that operating room for 12 hours, doing everything I could to give her even the slightest chance of surviving.
When I finally stepped out, my scrubs were stiff, and my hands were shaking, but I managed to save her.
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Later, the nurse told me the little girl had no other known living family.
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