I was sitting in the waiting room, fourteen years old. As I begin to feel anxiety course through my body, the sounds in the room amplify. The clock begins to grow louder and louder Tick Tick Tick… And then I hear “Carrie?”, I awake from my daze and shakily make my way to a woman standing in royal blue scrubs. The woman introduces herself as Emily and she tells me she is a nurse. In the time it took for the other nursing staff to completely prep me for surgery, she had taken my anxiety away, she had enchanted me with her voice. Before I knew, if I opened my eyes and was in the Intensive Care Unit. Emily came to see me every day I was in the hospital. She helped me walk around the floor, and do things I couldn’t do on my own otherwise. Occasionally
