“You have no idea how lucky you are,” I sigh, silently surrendering to my fate. I crack open my locker and stare at myself in the mirror. “Your obsession with my hair is bordering on creepy, darling.” Her tone is light, but her humour is dry as usual. I’m just into that silky, straight, shiny. “Sorry.” Feeling a flush of heat in my cheeks, I drag myself up and stride over to the wall of lockers, knowing my fair skin does a crap job of concealing my emotions.
“You’re staring at my hair again, Indie.” Little Miss Innocent raging through the clubs of London is as good as Boxing Day in my book.” She exhales heavily. Last time I missed you going out and I refuse to miss it again.
I’m so excited that we’re on the same rotation. I stare at it wistfully as she adds, “Club Taint is always a wild time. When she sits up, her long, inky hair falls perfectly over her shoulders. “Hell yes,” she agrees with a lascivious smirk. We’ve got three days down already, so I’m telling you right now that on day nine, we’re hitting Club Taint.” I turn and prop my head on my hand and nod at the prospect of hitting the workweek finish line with my friend. “Your timing is perfect,” she says, her voice perking up. Her dark eyes are partially closed and tired, similar to my own at this time of day. My fellow resident and friend, Belle, glances up at me from her own cot. The hard plastic smarts against my vertebrae at the force. “O H MY G OD, I ’M knackered,” I say as I stroll into the on-call room and flop myself onto one of the sterile blue hospital cots, which have zero give.
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