Night shift. Just keep them all alive until the morning they said.
No higher brain function required they said.
They were wrong.
For Amy, being a doctor was supposed to mean winning at life.
Helping people. Saving lives. Having a secure job. Earning good money. Tick, tick, tick, tick.
But now, in her second year in a city hospital the reality is a world away from Amy’s med school dreams. She is finding out that people don’t always want to be ‘helped’, the pay barely covers rent, her hours are ridiculous, her favourite patients are getting sicker, and her surgical trainee boyfriend has recently gone shy on proposing.
What Amy does have are the friendships forged by dealing with recalcitrant patients, endless nightshifts, and crying in the emergency department bathrooms. And a belief that maybe, underneath it all, it’s a job that’s still worth doing.
And when things begin to go wrong – horribly wrong – they’re all that Amy has. Will it be enough?
