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Whiteblock Rounds from On Call by Clerkship

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10.Whiteblock Rounds3:08
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Slipper drag, badge tap—Whiteblock dawn replays
Crumbs of vending hope spill on yesterday’s trays
Barcode ghosts line up along rounds that never pause

Crew moves silent—map veins in the glare
Pager in my fist, sweat stitched in the air
Blue gowns press past, chasing lines through the swarm
Routine grinds freedom, sanded flat and warm
Token changed hands, initials inked in the sleeve
Ego stripped gentle—what you claim, what you leave

Whiteblock rounds—bleary eyes, nameless sound
All our stories written, scrubbed and spun around
We count back scars, find the run in the beat
Shifts blur, but tonight we stand up—can’t retreat
Rounds never stop, but together we’re found

Vitals pass hand to hand, hush coats my calls
Anamnesiacs spinning jokes at the sterile walls
Pages chase sunrise, fatigue’s wild parade
Monitor hums secrets we trade and evade
Notes pile up—every bruise has a name
Worn labels slip off, but kinship remains

Whiteblock rounds—bleary eyes, nameless sound
All our stories written, scrubbed and spun around
We count back scars, find the run in the beat
Shifts blur, but tonight we stand up—can’t retreat
Rounds never stop, but together we’re found

Names echo backwards in barcode parade
Fingers grip charts as the old rounds fade
We trade mnemonic tokens—worn, never bent
Lessons in coffee cups, courage we invent
Pager fuses memory, blues in our sound
Whiteblock rounds—hold us down, raise us round
All shift we overlap, stories spill, rules unbound

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from On Call, released July 10, 2025
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