During Molly's final year of medical school, she spends a month in the Intensive Care Unit with a senior doctor, two medical residents, and Jessica St. Clair, the only medical student who makes Molly look put-together. Jessica is kind but has a tendency to take up all the oxygen in the room. During rounds, Molly can barely get a word in edgewise because Jessica is always going on about her latest crisis – and if there isn't a crisis, Jessica will invent one. Yesterday she went on for twenty minutes because she couldn't download the new version of Epocrates to her PDA.
This morning, Molly is preparing for rounds as the night shift nurses give report to the day shift. Jessica blows in, hair a mess and trousers soaking wet, blathering on about how she'll catch her death because some taxi driver splashed muddy water all over her. Jessica's moaning continues for fifteen minutes as Molly grinds her teeth. Finally, the shorter woman has had enough.
"Would you please shut it? Are you so pig-ignorant that you can't see that people are dying here? Nobody cares about your little problems!"
When the other woman bursts into tears and runs off, Molly's greatest fear is that she's a bad person.