White Gloves

She wore white gloves, like a snowflake under the night light. Patients said she was light, like a dream. Family members said she was warm, like light. Only the surveillance camera remained silent. Her hands never trembled. Giving injections, writing, signing off, wiping away tears, then taking a new patient chart. She never refused any 'please save him.' Her hands were never stained with blood. Clean, steady, just like her catchphrase: 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it.'