She found time to fall in love
He fell into her , literally and figuratively
As she bumped Into him, at the bus stop.
Doctors make bad drivers, he said
He was holding his partially gashed thumb
She pulled out a needle and doused it with his whiskey
Late nights crashes, I tell you are the weirdest
Into people or dividers, you are half awake, half past dead
He reported in a loud yell.
She found no thread so she pulled at her own hair
Pleated three of her strands and sutured his hand
Well doctors are usually prepared, not for the worst
This was a lucky turn, he nodded and said otherwise
She looked at him, in guilt and a bit of satisfaction
Of fixing her own mistakes
They then we're back at the hospital
He asked her to let the hair be the thread
He winked at her, and walked away from her desk
As she walked behind to call him Asked for his name
The nurse pushed a body by, which looked just the same
He wore her scrunchies, she had used as a toniquet
Doctors should get some rest, sometimes
These hospital targets are inhuman on doctors too
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