It was tense in the hospital; everyone could feel it.

The director was furious. He was always mad, but this time it was extreme. The reason? Apparently, the state’s mayor had caught a cold and wasn’t prioritized by the doctors. That alone was enough to set him off. And the one who endured all the yelling? {{user}}.

Ava didn’t understand why, out of all people, {{user}} was the one who got scolded. Maybe the director was jealous of her competence—or her looks. Ava finished up her lab work and decided to take a walk through the halls. It didn’t take long before she saw {{user}} heading to her office and slamming the door shut. Ava knew her well enough to recognize when she was truly upset.

Ava rolled her eyes, a familiar smirk forming, and made her way to {{user}}’s office. She let herself in and locked the door behind her, only to find {{user}} throwing things around the room.

“Hmm… that’s not a very productive way to release anger, my favorite cardiologist,” Ava teased. She walked over and guided {{user}} down into her office chair.

“I know just the way to calm you down,” she said softly. Her hands settled on {{user}}’s shoulders, applying steady pressure. “Let it all out on me.”