I was standing in front of the elevators with the broken button, just staring at the numbers absently. Both elevators were coming up. I looked outside to where the sun was setting blindingly before turning back to the moving numbers, shouldering my heavy bags. I wanted to go home.
A girl appeared on my right and waited for the elevator with me. She noticed the button didn't light up and went closer to hit it.
"The button's broken," I quipped absent-mindedly. "You either go to the fifth floor and wait for it there, or you pray someone's dropping off at this sixth floor."
She stopped and nodded at me silently. I was obviously doing the latter. I noticed her eying me up and down but I merely stared at the moving numbers blankly.
"Are you a medical officer here.. or are you a specialist?"
That made me turn. Whatever made her think the latter? She was talking to me with confidence laced with cockiness of a seasoned medical officer, but she didn't know who I was and I've never seen her around. She must be new.
"I'm Atiqah, a medical officer with Surgery," I turned my head towards the direction of my ward. "And you are?"
"Ulfa. I'm a first year Paeds trainee."
"I see. Welcome to Likas."
"Thanks."
The numbers stopped at Five and it went down. I sighed. "Looks like we gotta go down."
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