She sat on a bench, in the middle of the Hospital Courtyard. A beautiful Courtyard.

  She sat there, surrounded by beauty but unable to admire. Her head down, hair sweaty and her scrubs stained with sweat.

  A man decided to join her. “You know some patients say that if Heaven is real, than it would look like this. So much so, that the Hospital Directors are considering changing the name. But God made Heaven, and for them to put themselves in the same sentence, is a grave sin.”

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  “You trying to give me a philosophy lecture” She said, not bothering to look up.

  “I don’t know what I’m saying.” He replied, scratching his forehead. “Heard you lead your first operation. I don’t know, I saw you here sat alone and…”

  “Is it better for them to be clean or stained?” Oleander said while looking down at her shoes.

  “You would have to ask your patient.”

  “He died.”

  “Well, I guess they’re better clean then.”

  Lifting her foot up, to better admire her shoes, “but they’re so pretty.”