My phone buzzed softly. A message from Mum: “Honey, have you picked up your meds? Please answer.” I let the screen go dark, shaking myself out of my own thoughts, I sipped my now cold coffee, the triple shot of liquid racing down the back of my throat. My hands trembled slightly, and I gritted my teeth as I watched the hands slowly tick past eleven o’clock. Time for my shift. make an image with this description of a nurse in the break room with a window behind her See more