I'm Not a Backup Womb

Mas Doni's

I'm not a spare womb

The Part 179

Finally I arrived at the hospital, I ran to the ER after changing my clothes with my official clothes. My one shift friend is complete and looks very busy, it seems like there has just been a mini bus accident. So many patients from minor to severe injuries, shouts and cries from the patient's family filled this room. Really feel bad, when conditions like this I even came late.

"Why did it come?" Ask Sinta who looks so busy.

"I'm sorry "I said to my friends, I helped them immediately. Looks like we'll have to work hard tonight.

Our busyness just died down when the morning adhan reverberated.

"Finally..." Sintq said he threw his body on the sofa chair where we used to unwind after activities.

"Sleep first Sin we'll change." I said who was sitting on the sofa next to Sinta.

"You sure? you were also hard work lo Deb, empty bed our patients sleep the same Deb, anyway later they will wake up if there is a patient coming." Sinta. I'm unmoving.

"Look at Alex, it looks like the battery is still very full." I saw Alex who was still busy with some papers on the table.

"Yes... Yes, sleep..." I said.

"Good night Debby."Said Sinta who put her head on the table and closed her eyes, not long after a smooth snoring was heard, it seems Sinta was really tired. "sin... It's so sorry for you." Mumbles.

I follow Sinta, because I feel tired too, my back feels very stiff, I stretch my muscles and then I put my head on the table following Sinta.

The patient's eyes had not closed again and Alex waved his hand at me.

"Yes..." I said get up and get close to Alex.

"Deb, here!" Alex Exclamations.

"Yes... Yes" Alex's exclamation broke my mind, I took a deep breath and immediately ran up to him. I need to be more professional when it comes to work

I looked and I checked "Debby." Lirih Mas Doni while holding his stomach.

"Don't say much yet." My orders.

"Why Doni?" Ask Ms. Linda, a question that is usually done by nurses when patients first enter, which is asking for complaints or symptoms felt by patients.

"Deb's vomiting, he's also complaining of pain in his stomach." The light of Linda.

"Is the meal irregular?" I asked in between the checks.

"She's rarely eaten since you left." Obviously mbak Linda, the answer that mbak Linda gave, had made my hand stop for a moment.

Immediately I realized myself, because at this time should not discuss personal matters let alone feelings.

"Just answer regularly or not, I don't ask the cause." My light, Linda and Mas Doni's parents look at each other.

"Mas's pain?" I pressed a few spots on his stomach, he looked grimacing. I did everything according to the procedure and advice of the ER doctor.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced to marry a mafia boss is not less exciting too..