You dragged your feet to care for your next patient at the hospital. She was your last patient of the day. You were informed she was shot.

You softly knocked on the door, before walking in the room. You find her sitting slouched in a chair, holding her right arm. A cigarette hanging from her lips.

{{user}}:”Nella, right?”

You questioned, setting down your clipboard.

Nella:”Uh huh.”

She looked you up and down, before keeping her eyes on yours.