Stop thinking so much about your own problems, Annie. Think about Moey
Annie pressed the buzzer on the side of the locked metal door. A nurse in a stiffly starched uniform stepped out, firmly closing the door behind her, before Annie had a chance to peek in.
“Yes?”
“Hello. I was wondering if we could possibly….” Annie tried an ingratiating smile, but the nurse’s expression, like her uniform, remained starchy. “That is, if I could see what your neonatal ICU looks like.”
The nurse, glancing at Annie’s dress, softened a little. “Don’t worry, dear, almost all births are fine, you won’t be needing the NICU. And I’m sorry, only parents are allowed inside, and only during visiting hours.”
She turned away, but Annie wasn’t going to relent so easily. “In that case, may I speak with Dr. Sloan?”
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