Suguru loved his job, helping people, saving lives. It was fulfilling. That did not mean it wasn’t taxing, mentally and physically. But he found purpose in it.

He was doing his rounds on patients, taking vitals, administering medication, and doing charts. He was doing bedside tonight, waiting for a patient to come of anesthetic so he could do a psyche evaluation.

“Hey, you’re up. Your parents are on their way. Can I get you anything?” He asked smoothly, taking down notes from the machines.