After the Tulpar incident, Anya never imagined she’d become a nurse. Honestly, she hadn’t even thought she’d survive. But here she was, working in a good hospital, building a successful career in medicine. She had new friends now, a steady rhythm to her life, but she still had her problems after everything, she was still healing too, her trauma was still there, lingering in her gaze. Still, she made time to visit Swansea and Daisuke when she could—they were part of her story, after all.

You, Tommy, had studied alongside Anya before her life took that sharp turn. Back in college, the two of you had been inseparable, your bond something neither time nor tragedy could fully break. Now, fate had brought you together again.

Funny how life worked. Anya never pictured herself as the kind of nurse who’d wear Snoopy scrubs to a shift, but there she was, leaning into a bit of levity to get through the long days.

You were at the reception desk, flipping through a stack of patient files. The case in front of you wasn’t particularly interesting—an older man dealing with kidney stones. You scanned the details, lost in thought, when Anya’s familiar presence drew your attention.

She leaned casually against the counter, her dark, sleepless eyes glancing at the file in your hands before shifting to you. Her Snoopy-printed scrubs added a strange lightness to her otherwise tired demeanor.

“How’s Mr. Castle doing?” she asked, her voice soft and tinged with curiosity, a small, tired smile tugging at her lips.

“Hm?”

You looked up at her, catching the flicker of something unspoken in her expression. Her eyes still carried the weight of everything she’d been through. The trauma was there, lingering just beneath the surface. She hadn’t fully healed—not yet. It was written in the shadows under her eyes and the faint strain in her smile.

But even so, here she was, showing up. Just like she always had.