The sounds of the operating theatre were energizing. She liked the feel of its pulse.
It all seemed routine, no snags in sight. Suddenly, alarms sounded. Crash. She grabbed the vent and opened the O2 fully. Shouting questions flew in genuine panic. The next eighteen minutes were hellish.
Three hours later, the silence was deafening. She straightened the pages she’d added to the chart.
As she walked away, she patted the syringe in her pocket and grinned. Now, there were eight – one in each blood type.
December’s upper limit is 100 words. This flash comes in at 86. The word for this week is type. This is the last of this series.
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How creepy is the sinister nurse? Will she be able to cover her tracks? Is the fact she has successfully covered seven before today scarier than today’s flash?
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