On her first day at Saint Aurora Medical Center, Megan arrived thirty minutes early. She wore her new uniform with quiet pride, and her name badge caught the morning light as she walked through the polished corridors.
When she entered room 312, she found Dorothy sitting by the window with a soft shawl over her shoulders. The older woman’s eyes brightened immediately.
“There is my guardian angel from the pavement,” Dorothy said warmly.
“I only did what anyone would do,” Megan answered with a smile.
Dorothy shook her head gently. “Not everyone kneels in the cold when they have somewhere important to be.”
Megan carried out her duties with calm focus, checking vital signs and adjusting medications with steady hands. For the first time, she was not working out of fear but out of dignity.
Later that afternoon, Patrick entered the room dressed more casually than before. He watched silently as Megan helped his mother drink water, her patience unhurried and sincere.
“My mother has a proposal,” he said after she finished.
Dorothy smiled mischievously. “I would like you to be my private nurse when I return home, and I am willing to pay generously.”