#surgicalstarter

Caroline walked through the halls in the hospital, trying to find the right room that she was supposed to be in. She was already in her scrubs and was ready to start her internship, but was having a bad day becuase she was lost. She eventually stopped someone, and said “Excuse me, can you please direct me to the trauma unit? I’m an intern here and I’m kind of lost.” A sheepish smile crossed her face and she blushed in embarrassment. 

Chase downed the last bit of his coffee as he reviewed a patient's chart. He groaned in annoyance, tossing the empty cup into the nearest trash can. He hadn't slept much the night before (or at all, really) and he was thriving on caffeine. Which wasn't much different from almost every other day in the hospital, but still. There were new interns today, and that was a whole other thing adding to his headache. "Where are these damn new interns when you need a caffeine run?" he said without looking up, hoping someone would approach him, hopefully with either an answer to his question or another coffee.