Bette’s phone rang as she scrambled the eggs in the large pan next to the Bethec, she loved that breakfast since she was small, even if in recent times, she had eliminated fats due to her ailment heart.

But Bette’s analyzes had given positive responses so far, her values ​​were perfect, for a healthy person, much more than tables other people, qujndi she was granting the luxury of pampering with the normality of food.

”Good morning …” Bette said smiling having caught the name on the screen.

”Good morning to you, Dr. Porter …” Tina smiled on the other side of the phone ”So are you ready for this return?”

”I think so … even if tonight I slept little and nothing …”

”performance anxiety?”

”Never Dr. Kennard.” Bette smiled while playing while she wore her capacity on her plate.

The last two weeks Bette had opened up a lot with Tina, she had expressed all her fears about returning to work, she had done it because Bette knew the importance of that job she had in her hands, her father had sent Bette to the best schools possible and she had worked hard to get where she was. She loved children, she loved her ability to reassure them and above all the fact that she could save their lives.

Initially she had been against the push of Tina and her friends, but as the days went by and all her fears were expressed, Bette had decided to talk to Peggy, who had given the final positive contribution.

That day Bette would return to the hospital.

”You know there’s always that limit on the operating room….” Bette said in a less playful tone.

”yeah…well as long as you want, right?”

Bette had specifically asked Peggy to have a short recovery period, so only visits to the ward, nothing more, no scalpels, operating rooms or emergencies or impossible tumors. She really wanted to be sure she could do it without ruining someone’s life.

”yes, until I feel ready…”

”oh honey, I have to go Angie is throwing a tantrum about what to bring to daycare…see you later ok?”

”yes, say hi to her…”