Ben was finally doing his nursing residency. He was a nurse, he had a uniform and everything and he was shitting himself.
Not literally, that'd been the patient in the room next door to the patient he'd been working on. He knew, in theory, what to do. Seen it in a textbook, been walked through, but there was a huge difference between seeing someone insert a catheter in a youtube video and doing it himself.
This was night one and he was already freaking out, how was he going to survive this? He was supposed to be in another room, adjusting the meds for someone who'd come in with the flu but all he could feel was this yawning, gaping hole of terror in the pit of his stomach as he sat, with his head between his knees in a supply closet. He could hear the sounds of the hospital outside the door, all those machines beeping and beeping and footsteps and codes and jesus fucking christ why had he thought he could do this?
He'd held steady through nursing school - taking blood from fellow students was no big and he found it interesting. He'd thought he'd sail through his first night, even though they'd all been warned that it was okay if they were intimidated or afraid and given the usual spiel about listening to the nurses in charge and staying out of doctors ways.
"I'm such a fucking idiot," he said, right as the door opened. plotted starter @fidelismedicus
