Out on the field, the team was running drills when Coach Warren's voice boomed across the pitch.
C’mon, Malik! My grandma could run faster than that, and she’s ninety! Pick up the pace!
Malik groaned but pushed himself harder, earning snickers from the others.
Prince! Coach yelled next, eyeing Kim. Stop throwing like a girl! My niece throws better than that, and she’s five!
Kim chuckled but knew better than to slow down. He picked up the ball and flung it with more force.
Jackson! Coach barked. Stop being a sissy and move your feet. You're slower than a tortoise on vacation!
The team was barely holding it together as Coach turned to Carter, their captain.
Carter, you’re the captain, not a statue! Lead by example—move like you actually want to win!
Carter gave him a thumbs-up, already gasping for breath.
And Benson! Coach shouted, Are you daydreaming out there, or are you waiting for a written invitation to hustle? I’ve seen snails with more enthusiasm!
Sorry, Coach! Chris called back, panting.
Coach continued to walk the sidelines, shouting out more jabs.
Alfonzo, you’re slower than dial-up internet! Smith, I bet you couldn’t hit a barn door with a tennis ball! James, you run like you’re tiptoeing through a flower garden!
Each insult just made the team laugh at each other, though they knew to keep pushing themselves. Even as Coach kept dishing out the banter, they could tell he was enjoying it just as much as they were.
Alright,the comedy hour is over !Coach finally called, clapping his hands. Back to serious work—let’s see some real effort out here!
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I'm tired Kennedy said as he and Adrian sat in the break room.
I swear I get more tired the more time I spend doing surgery, Adrian said.
What do you think caused such a big train accident at five in the morning, Kennedy asked.
Hell if I know, at least the number of people dead, doesn't exceed the number of people alive, when I got that call I thought it was code red in the hospital, I was like if the hospital is on fire then what about the terminally ill patients, Adrian said.
Doctor Stabler, Doctor Prince, there's a last minute emergency meeting, Nurse Ariana said getting inside.
Why, Kennedy asked.
The businessman who owns the hospital is here, Ariana said.
Not his assistant, are you sure Kennedy asked.
He's with his assistant, we have a meeting in the meeting room, and Director said I should get you two, Ariana said.
Kennedy and Adrian both exchange glances.
The Brightgrove Hospital is a facility with a remarkable history. Once a public hospital, it had long been struggling with limited funding, outdated equipment, and overcrowded wards. That all changed when a wealthy businessman purchased the hospital. With his resources, he revitalized the institution, transforming it into a modern, well-equipped center for medical excellence.
The businessman didn’t just stop at improving the infrastructure—he also created a unique system where part of the hospital's revenue was set aside into a special fund. This fund ensures that the poor and those without financial means receive medical care, free of charge. This commitment to both high-quality healthcare and community service has made Brightgrove Hospital a beacon of hope in the area.
