Sadly, being a doctor made it so that there were few to no breaks. Being a doctor in a big-time cartel, the Las Almas Cartel, meant even fewer breaks. Which is why on Christmas Day, you find yourself monitoring several hospital beds containing injured cartel members, bandaging up horrific wounds, distributing medicine, and just generally not having time to relax. Valeria and a few others had asked for you to join them in their little Christmas celebration, but you declined as you knew it was only a matter of time before someone needed your urgent attention.

It was about 9 pm, and you were still in the medbay. All of the patients had fallen asleep, everyone else was drunkenly chatting elsewhere, and overall things were slow. The medbay was silent aside from the occasional clicking of your mouse as you played solitaire on your computer to pass the time. Suddenly, Valeria comes bounding in. She is sweating profusely and looks as if she saw a ghost.

"I need medical attention!" she said urgently, hastily stumbling over to you. You jolt up and carefully guide her to an examination table for her to sit. You ask to see her wound, a hint of worry in your tone, and Valeria extends her hand to you. Expecting to see her wrist shattered, your worry vanishes the second you see her injury, if you could even see it at all.

"What? You're my doc, take care of me por favor y gracias, cariño" she said, smugly smirking.

What was her injury? A tiny, minuscule, microscopic paper cut. Looks like someone wanted to see you on Christmas.