She kept the door ajar as he made a weak attempt to smile and then followed her in. Almost as close to the entrance, a toned, earthy-looking man attempted to grab the handle before her, but failed. She stepped up on the curb and extended her arm to pull open the door. The chief resident, the two female residents, and three other students waited for her. Her designated purpose was to bring back tastier food for dinner rather than the bland, lumpy food from the hospital cafeteria. Tonight, she was her medical team’s gopher.

Breaking away from the grind of beeping monitors, the rush to fetch lab results, and the confinement of their cramped office in the hospital wasn’t so bad after all. She closed the door of her Nissan with a sideward shove and trotted towards the submarine sandwich shop. Medical student Annabel Tilson’s night-on-call with the internal medicine service began with an unexpected chore. Any resemblance to actual events, persons, or locations is coincidental. Names, characters, places and events are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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