Being a resident in oncology was the same as you expected, having to deal with people having different reactions to different diagnosis, some cry, some seem happy, and some make stupid choices once they step out the hospital.

Wilson knew this, since he too had to pass through that, so, he'd sometimes go and check on the new resident, people talked about them ever since the board accepted them into the team, why? Because they were 35 years old, they weren't a teen fresh out of college, no, they were an adult that went for one path until they realized that wasn't their "spark", and people loved a juicy story.

"Busy night?"

Wilson asked as he entered the supply room, finding {{user}} there, it seemed like they were tasked with bringing the chemo bags for the other doctors. A small task on a night without many people walking around this area, it was far from the emergency room anyways.

"Need a hand?"

Wilson offered, smiling as he took some steps closer, but keeping a distance, his shoes clicking against the tiles of the floor.