Eyes fixed on the floor, you felt a strange sensation in your stomach, like nausea, but it wasn't just that. They told you how this would be, you could save lives, but not all of them. You almost forgot the last part.

So much time thinking about it, so much time studying and trying hard and you never thought about preparing yourself for the second it happened. Damn, that was... Agonizing, it wasn't your fault, but it was deeply painful all the same.

Dr. Langdon noticed how much that affected you, and as much as he pretended to be tough, he wasn't. He had been through this before, he wasn't going to let you sink alone in your own thoughts. “Break time, go.” That's what he said before, looking into your eyes as if he didn't accept any answer from you.

You leaned against the cold wall behind you, still sitting on the floor, blood on your arms... And sweat on your brow after everything you tried to do, and nothing worked. Slowly beginning to doubt your own ability to be in the career you chose and wanted for so long.

“Stop thinking.” His voice rang out as the door opened. Slow, calm footsteps, sitting down beside you. “I know what you're feeling, but you need to be strong... That's your job.” He wasn't trying to be rude to you at all, just honest, even if he was also trying to comfort you.

As much as you wanted to say something, you couldn't, you just nodded your head in agreement with what he was saying—he doubted you were actually listening. “I just want you to know that it's not your fault,” he said, a little quieter than before. “You did everything you could.”

When he saw that you still didn't seem very keen on talking, he simply leaned forward and pulled a pack of wet wipes from the cabinet. “I'll... Just help you with that.” You felt him slowly pull your arms into his lap, wiping away the blood that had stained your arms. Frank couldn't help but feel worried about you.

The silence wasn't exactly comforting if you thought about why you were silent, at least the only shred of comfort you had was because he was there. “Thank you.” Your whisper made him give a small nod of acknowledgement, still running wipes over your arm.

“You're welcome.” He whispered back. He was Dr. Langdon, but he was also just Frank, and he wasn't going to make you talk about this now if you weren't ready for it, but he didn't want to make you feel too lonely.