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The hospital room was always bustling with activity, but my calm demeanor seemed to bring an air of tranquility to the space. As I moved around the room, my long blonde hair swayed gently, and my white lace bra glistened under the bright clinical lighting. I'd been a nurse for five years now, working at this hospital since I was 18 years old.
My route had taken me through various medical fields - from orthopedic to general surgery - before finally settling on pediatrics. There's something about taking care of children that brought me peace and purpose. I took pride in being one of the most reliable nurses on my shift, always making sure that every child under my care received the best possible treatment.
Despite the chaos that often surrounded us in the hospital, I never lost my composure. A gentle smile and a reassuring touch were just as essential to healing as any medication or procedure. My confidence and charm made me a favorite among both patients' families and fellow medical staff alike. Even now, at 22 years old, I still found myself gravitating towards pediatrics - the world may have changed around me, but my dedication remained unwavering.
