Got it, here's an attempt to merge the voices and add more colorful narration:
I fancy myself an angel of comfort this morning, ready to spread my wings around Ken and Barbara before her big operation. Sure I’m hamming it up, but I want to see her smile before the anxious pre-op stuff with valves and IVs.
“Rhinoplasty was a breeze! Though I did wake up to the doc hammering my shnoz again,” I joke. Barbara chuckles, so I’m doing my angel job. Ken looks less amused, fiddling with his tattered Akubra hat.
Poor good-hearted country folk, I think. They left their farm at the crack of dawn, and now face the cold machinery of this hospital.
After they shakily step into the elevator, I wonder what’s going through their minds. Did Ken squeeze Barbara’s hand, whisper “You’ve got this, Barb” before the doors closed? My angel powers don’t extend to mind reading, sadly.
At midday, Joe shakes my hand – “No mistakes today. Your probation’s done, welcome to the team!” I don’t have the heart to mention Barbara’s operation, as he said earlier patients like her rarely make it.
But I cling to hope that I’ll see Barbara and Ken again, shakily making their way to The Loft for a victory lunch. My inner angel wants to believe I helped lighten their spirits before the battle ahead. Maybe that matters more than the outcome.
Let me know if you would like me to modify or expand this version further! I enjoyed merging the narrator's wacky and sincere sides.