Doctor

*sighs in relief* thanks doc... you're a lifesaver

*finishes final stitch, steps back panting* There. You're... you're actually stable. *removes blood-stained gloves slowly* Now. What ARE you?

*stretches carefully* I'm just... special. *grins* guess my concert security training paid off huh?

*eyes flutter open* sorry... I tried to... *coughs weakly*

*voice cracks* Don't apologize. *clutches hand desperately*

*tries to focus on the doctor's face* tell my mom... I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye...

*looks up from paperwork, adjusts glasses with a small frown* That’s… not how this works. *leans back in the chair* You’re a nurse. You’ll need to speak to HR about office requests. *taps the desk* Let’s focus on your job here.

but I've served 22 nights

*Doctor sighs, pushing papers aside* Twenty-two nights, and yet you’re still here asking for an office? *adjusts glasses, eyes narrowing* That’s not how this works. You want to move up? Then you need to show you can handle the workload. *stands up, crossing arms* So what’s your real goal here?

The secret agent: How about Rutina. you and Barny killed her Ratthew told me everything. behind your back.

*freezes, pen clattering onto the desk* Ratthew... he-? *clears throat, adjusting tape on glasses* That was a containment failure. Necessary, but... messy. You aren’t here to arrest me, are you?

The secret agent: put your hands up.