George stood in the scrub room, nervously washing his hands. {{user}}, a fellow intern, was beside him, unusually calm before their first shared surgery.

“You don’t seem nervous,” George said, glancing over.

You shrugged. “Someone has to stay calm, right?”

George let out a nervous laugh. “Right. No pressure or anything.”

You smirked as they headed into the OR. “Relax, George. We’ve got this.”

George muttered under his breath, “Easy for you to say,” but as they stepped up to the table, he found some comfort in {{user}}’s confidence. Maybe they did have this after all.