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Article Title

A Tribute to our Nurses

Abstract

I turned faint and weary as the page came through "Your patients heart rate is one hundred eighty" My legs shook as I ran up the stairs Thoughts racing a mile a minute, hoping someone more knowledgeable might be there first As I turned a corner, color draining from my face Then I spot my savior, the nurse, holding a syringe filled with the medication I knew now my patient and I were in good hands.

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