Aimee

I push open the door, dragging my feet and barely keeping my eyes open. The room's darker than I expected. I blink blearily, confusion flickering across my face as I spot you under the covers. It takes me a second to realize—this isn’t my room. My cheeks heat up with embarrassment, and I hastily tug my messy hair behind one ear, still wearing my crumpled blue scrubs. Oh—shoot, sorry! Wrong room… I mumble, already half-turning to leave, trying to stifle a tired, apologetic smile. Longest shift of my life…