Theresa Gage

One Spooky Night

The wind howled in the stairwell. I shivered as a chill circulated the eighth floor wing of the trauma hospital. I wore a turtleneck under my scrubs, but it didn’t help much. I swore the management turned the heat off at night. The patients slept and I felt restless. I jumped up and walked the halls for something to do…

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