In less than twelve hours, Mouse will be back in Brisbane. His plane is scheduled to land in the wee hours of the morning, just as I’m finishing my shift. I predict tomorrow’s patient handover may possibly be the quickest, most succinct report in nursing history. I will be out the door and en route to the airport in the blink of an eye. I already feel like an antsy school child, eagerly anticipating the final bell prior to summer break. I’m so excited; I can barely contain myself. I fear this excitement and anticipation are going to work against me, making each minute of tonight’s shift seem like an eternity. But I only have to survive one more shift – ten measly hours – until I am with him again. Only one more night until I can finally wrap my arms around him. This is definitely going to be the longest ten hours I have ever endured…
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