Shift change is not a meeting. It is a transfer of civilization.
When Nurse No-Nonsense steps behind the station, the monitors straighten their posture. Clipboards stop pretending to be lost. Even the vending machine dispenses chips with better boundaries.
Doctors may deliver dramatic lines like, “We need answers,” but nurses know the answer, the room number, the patient’s actual name, the family member who needs tea, and which drawer contains the only pen that still believes in medicine.