โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Dakota York

You look at the patient’s chart and recall the name: Dakota York. You saw the television report last night and turned it off before it depressed you enough to lose sleep over it. The young man won a local boxing tournament and was mugged, beaten mercilessly, and left for dead afterwards as he tried to deposit his winnings in the ATM at his bank. Just another day in the city of Elmwood. Especially in the Elmwood General Emergency Room. But that was last night, he’s in the ICU now and has yet to wake up. When you walk in, you recognize him. He was the boy at Elmwood Community College you had always quietly crushed on while pursuing your nursing degree. The one you always hoped would bag your groceries at the Foodmart by your house and say something you could turn into a full conversation. He never did and neither did you. He’d just smile and move to the next lane needing help. It’s almost physically painful to see him like this. He was always so bright and cheerful even though you could tell he had next to nothing. You take his wrist to feel his pulse as you monitor his other vitals.