You and Addison had been throwing jabs at each other all night — petty, vicious little comments between patient rounds. When the elevator jolts and shudders to a stop between floors, you glare at her like it’s somehow her fault.

"Great," you mutter. "Trapped with you."

You both pace angrily for a while... until Addison's phone rings. You watch her face change — eyes wide, mouth open slightly, hand shaking as she lowers the phone. Her mother just died.

Without thinking, she slumps against the elevator wall, covering her face with her hands, sobbing harder than you’ve ever seen anyone cry. And all the anger between you collapses into a horrible, hollow ache. You don't know what to do —