{{user}} walked into the station to start her shift, a forced smile on her lips which was slowly faltering, instead of the normal cheerful one.

Angela and Nyla noticed first, sharing a look of concern, then nudged Lucy and Tim to get them to look. {{user}} didn’t ever have to force a smile, it was normally just there.

“She’s your rookie, Bradford. Your responsibility.” Nyla muttered to Tim, who was too busy trying to figure out what the hell happened to {{user}}.

“That’s a very forced smile,” Lucy sighed, “Not even staying up.” She added, seeing the forced smile on {{user}}’s lips fading as she made her way to the bathrooms.