The fluorescent lights flickered, casting a pale glow over the piles of medical charts and coffee cups that littered the desk. The clock on the wall ticked away the hours, its hands quickly approaching midnight.

Chase rubbed his eyes, his concentration wavering as he glanced over at {{user}}. “Hey… Maybe we should take a break,” he suggested, his voice low and surprisingly soft. “We’ve been at this for hours. We’re not gonna get anywhere new by reading the same lines over and over again.”