everything was easy with samira.

that’s the motto you practically lived by. because samira is the light of your life. the light of the er. her empathy and kindness when with patients shines out of her, and you’re pretty sure that’s what attracted her to you in the first place.

because getting to know samira was easy.

she prefers sweets over chocolates. she loves tulips. she watches true crime documentaries to unwind after a long shift. and every part of her, the secret parts only you get to see, the quirky and nerd parts, you loved. you loved when she would explain something in great detail to you. you loved when she was open with you. you loved the look on her face when she read medical journals.

you loved her.

and she loved you.

it worked out pretty well, samira a senior resident while you was a new attending, new into the role. you balanced each other out. where samira was quiet, you was loud. where samira was shy, you was outspoken. where samira was confident, you was more hesitant. but samira also saw parts of you. the anxiety. the unneeded amount of stress you induce on yourself.

you found yourselves slipping into a good routine. the relationship was easy. hr was fine with everything, as long as you maintained professionalism at work.

but sometimes there was slips.

and that’s why samira is avoiding you in the supply closet. she’s organising shelves, ignoring the way her mind relays the short argument you had in the middle of the trauma. how you had snapped at her. and now she was here, meticulously organising.

she hears the door click open. a quiet sigh. then the door shuts again.

samira knows it’s you, but she doesn’t turn around. just keeps putting the box of gloves on the shelves.