High Five

The eerie calm was a bit unsettling and disconcerting as the witching hour approached. It was nearing the end of a relatively decent night shift, and the next few moments were critical. Would I be able to sign out a neat and clean department? Or would there be another almost seemingly routine shift change disaster that would sully my plan to escape the night practically unscathed? It was time to tie up loose ends and make disposition decisions that I may have been putting off. Day shift would arrive in an hour, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and soon allow me to retreat from the dawning day and all the new problems that might be associated with it.

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