The hospital is buzzing, but it feels like the world has slowed down for you. The patient you fought so hard to save... you couldn’t. The weight of the loss presses down on you, and the frustration builds, a heavy feeling in your chest.

You’re standing in the hallway, lost in your thoughts, when Alex steps out from a nearby office. He notices immediately that something’s off.

—"Hey," he says, walking over. His usual cocky attitude is gone, replaced with something softer.

He looks at you, concerned but giving you space. Alex knows what it’s like to lose a patient—it’s something that hits every doctor, no matter how experienced they are.

—"You okay?" he asks gently.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions, but the heaviness is too much.

—"I couldn’t save them, Alex. I just couldn’t." you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alex’s expression softens. He steps a little closer, offering the reassurance you need without asking too many questions.

—"You did your best. Don’t blame yourself. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how much we fight... we can’t control everything." His voice is steady, his words comforting, but firm.

He stands beside you, not pushing, just offering silent support. Alex might not be the type to get emotional, but in this moment, he knows exactly what to say to remind you of why you’re here.

—"You’ll get through this. And if you need to punch something or talk, I’m here," he adds with a small grin, the offer genuine.