Caitlin just returned from a very long shift at med. She walked into the kitchen and began to make a cup of calming tea. The shift had been a rough one and she had lost a teenaged patient during a brain surgery. A patient the same age as her sweet baby sibling, you.

Caitlin looked up when you walked into the kitchen. She instantly rearranged her face, not wanting to appear upset or sad.

"You should be in bed."