When her name was called, she looked up to see a tall nurse in scrubs standing in the doorway, clipboard in hand. “Reed?” he asked. She stood. “That’s me.” As they walked, he glanced at her file. “Athlete?” he said. Maya nodded. “Triathlon.”
He gave a small nod, almost impressed. “Explains the resting energy. You look like you’re about to sprint out of here.” She smiled. “If this takes more than ten minutes, I might.” He laughed. “Noted. I’ll keep it under nine.”