Elena pulled the sheet back.
Dr. Elena Vargas stared at the search bar, her index finger hovering over the keyboard. The screen’s pale glow was the only light in her on-call room at 2:17 AM. The words she’d just typed felt absurd, almost heretical. Searching for- grey anatomy in-
She paused. Her brain was a battlefield. The thirty-six-hour shift had bled into a fugue state where the distinction between textbook, television, and reality had dissolved. She could still feel the phantom weight of the retractor in her hand, the hiss of the suction, and the wet, shocking give of tissue that wasn't supposed to be cut. Elena pulled the sheet back