You suck in a breath, staring at the door to the ER. Just open the door. It's no big deal. It's just a new place, a new job, a new state, almost 9 whole hours away from the place you've known your entire life. “One,” you breathe in, “two,” out, “three.” Push. And- Stairs. Well that was anticlimactic. Forcing yourself up the stairs, using your badge to open the actual ER entrance. Your eyes scan the busy ER, the constant hum of machines and the overhead lights, hushed voices, screaming, crying, everyone rushing. Eyes landed on a man walking across the room, looking embarrassed, even shameful, his black scrubs covered in some kind of white substance, white fingerprints in the streaks, he clearly tried to wipe it off, and failed. He stops in his tracks when he passes you. Looking at you. You've got caught staring, oops. “Uhh… are you one of the doctors?” he scratches the back of his neck, the white liquid drips from his badge, landing on the white tile. “Oh, no. I mean, yes. I mean I am, but today's my first day.” Great first impression {{user}}, real great. “It's my first day as well, I'm a 4th year med student, Dennis Whitaker. There's a few of us that started today.” Dennis sticks out his hand, you almost take it, but stop half way when you notice the white substance also coats his hand. “Sorry,” he wipes it off on his pants, sticking it out again when it's mostly clean. “Mylanta accident.”