It was one of those shifts where every loss blocked out all the wins you got. You had been running around all day to save lives, but the losses you experience take over everything good you’ve done.

You look like shit too. You’ve disappeared more than once, you yelled at Samira, Robby has pulled you away from patients so many times you might as well go home, Trinity has stared at you weirdly along with Dennis, Mel and Victoria look awkwardly worried, and Frank has threatened to call your dad.

Everyone is whispering after rounds, glancing at you like you’re gonna break down at any second and you just might at this point.