First fiction ever

... eyebrows all scrunched up in a frown like this "I was, I was" I say cheerfully "It's hockey season, Ortho is swamped. They really needed the extra help and I volunteered" I love hockey season, for Ortos it's like christmas everyday. Crazy breaks, lots of OR time, lots of tears. Good all around. His pager goes off and he gets up to leave. His half eaten apple, his only concession to healthy food...