Sighing, Kirsten pushed the guy away from her, and I shoved him off the bed. He hit the floor with a thump, and we shared a bitter laugh. We hugged ea...h other, and curled up under the covers, backs against the wall. Kirsten put her head on my shoulder, a look of disappointment on her face, and I stroked her hair. “Sorry honey,” I whispered. “I know you wanted him.” She half shrugged against me, and I pulled her closer. “Meh. Whatever. He was cute I guess...but it doesn’t help me any.” I. .. two brothers were practicing. A third was a Resident. She had the genes.But not the stomach.Elizabeth Anne Boleyn routinely fainted at the sight of blood. It is one of the mysteries of American Medical Schools that pre med contains no hospital work until the last semester of the fourth year.Four years and find out blood makes you nauseous and weak. All those premed classes ... all that money ... a useful degree is two more years ... or social work.She took social work. The idea of more. .. Hell, I don't know what's wrong with me these days. I'm irritable. I'm jumping at shadows. It's like I'm lost in the woods and I never know what's behind the next tree."I stopped and gathered her into my arms, gently stroking her hair."It's understandable, dear," I said softly. "We each feel the events of a few weeks ago in different ways. I suspect that, even though you didn't lose anyone who was really close to you, you miss the familiarity of that world. This is about as different as you. Jones of any discrepancies. At 5:00 PM, Ms. Jones showed me the time clock and punched me out. I was on the bus home before I realized I did not know my salary. At 8:00 AM the next morning, I was back at it. At 10:00 AM, Ms. Jones came up and said, ‘It was nice having you. Go to Helen’s desk. Mr. Richards is asking for you.’ I went down the hall to the big offices, and stopped at a nameplate saying ‘Helen Norwood.’ Helen motioned me to a seat. Shortly thereafter, the door opened and Mr..