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CHAPTER 20 (part 1)

She gasped at the sight of small human leaned her head towards the wall cabinet whilst one hand holding a pot filled with coffee powder and another hand grasped a spoon. Her body was unmoving and her breath was steady.

She could tell that that girl was sleeping while
standing.

She caressed Amber, hand successfully made the
latter jump abruptly. Amber was startled by the
sudden touch.

"Im sorry! I don't mean to surprised you."
Tara quickly saved the glass before it fell. "You
sleep while standing, Amber. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." She wiped her mouth. "I just
wanted to make us some coffee." She yawned.

"What time did you get home last night?"

"I just got here." she peeked her watch. "Fifteen
minutes ago. Wow, that was the most effective
sleep I've had in days." she rubbed her eyes. "I
need to take a shower. Then I have resident case
presentations, intern to teach, meeting with the
boards and..."

Hatchim! Hatchim! Hatchim!

She blew her nose to the sink. She blinked a couple time as the tears formed up. Her eyes were sore, her nose and cheeks were reddened and she can feel her head lighter.

"Do you mind make the coffee? I really need
them," Amber said with her eyes half open.

"I don't think coffee is a good idea." Tara put
the back of her hand to Amber's forehead sensing the burning sensation out of her skin.

"You're hot."

"Thank you," Amber smirked weakly.

"What?! Not that hot," she shook her head
furiously. "I mean hot- hot. You got a fever,
Amber." Tara led her to the chair. The doctor
slumped down as soon as her ass touched the
wood. "Can you call in sick? You can't work in
this state."

"Nah, I'm fine. It's just a cold. It'll go away in
no time," she replied. "I have a lot of work, ReeRee. I already cancel the skills lab twice. I can't disappoint them again."

"You've work too much lately. You need to rest,
you're not a robot," Tara brought two bowls as
she swiftly took the cereal from the cabinet and a cartoon of milk from the fridge.

Amber had her head on the table. "I don't
understand why most surgeons in Australia don't interested in cardiothoracic surgery, they all join plastic or ortho or uro or general," she
slurped her saliva. "My work is challenging,
the money is not bad, I'm tired being all alone
and Grizzo will graduate next year. How am
I supposed to do this year?" She mumbled,
grimaced at the thought of handling all the jobs by herself.

"I want to help you but I honestly don't know
what to do either, Amby. Have you talk to the
board about it?" Tara poured some cereal and
milk into the bowls and set it near Amber.

"We run out of foodstuff, I'm sorry but we have
nothing other than cereal this morning, I'll go
do groceries later. Come on eat." she patted Amber's  hand.

"I have, they said they're looking on the
candidates right now. It's kind of hard, you
know. We're a teaching hospital, they need
specific requirement to hire people,"

"Well then, hang on a bit more, Lets hope they'll
find it soon."

She nodded. "Anyway, can you drop me off at the hospital later, I wont shower long, I don't have energy anymore to walk," she spooned her cereal.

"No, I still think you need proper sleep. Don't
be too stubborn." She said sternly. "Should I call
Claudia?"

"Im fine, ReeRee. I have things to do, my body is
just fine."