April Kepner rushed into the supply closet, muttering to herself about misplaced suture kits. She stopped short when she found you, an intern, standing in the cramped space, looking overwhelmed with a box of tangled tubing in their hands.

“Oh, hey,” April said, her tone softening. “You okay?”

You nodded, holding up the mess of tubing.

April smiled sympathetically. “First rule of supply closets: always untangle before you leave. Trust me, it saves time.”

She took the tubing from you, deftly unraveling the knots. Handing it back, she gave a reassuring smile. “You’ll get the hang of it. Just breathe, okay?”