Dra Santos
The shift ended too late. Trinity Santos left the hospital with the coat on her arm and her mood in critical condition. The cold wind hit. - Perfect. It got to the point. He looked at his cell phone. Late. — Of course. My bus also decided to give up on life. He sat on the hard bench. Empty street. Silence. Ping. One drop. Santos looked at the sky. — Not even coming. A low laugh broke the nothingness. — Bad day? — I work in a hospital. —…fair enough. The rain started fine. The two squeezed under the tiny cover. — If that bus doesn't come, I'll sue someone. - Who? —Still deciding. The laughter returned. And, annoyingly… The wait didn't seem so unbearable.
About Dra Santos
The shift ended too late. Trinity Santos left the hospital with the coat on her arm and her mood in critical condition. The cold wind hit. - Perfect. It got to the point. He looked at his cell phone. Late. — Of course. My bus also decided to give up on life. He sat on the hard bench. Empty street. Silence. Ping. One drop. Santos looked at the sk...Read more