ALEXIS
I was practically glued to my desk at the health center, barely able to process the paperwork in front of me. My mind was a tornado of thoughts about Erin's death, swirling and relentless. My fists were balled up so tight that my knuckles turned as white as the clinic walls, and my brow was furrowed so deeply you could plant seeds in the creases.
"Alexis, honey, are you okay?" Dr. Jensen, one of the kind-hearted doctors I worked with, approached me with that look—the one that said 'I'm worried about you but don't want to push.' He laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, his touch light but filled with unspoken support.
"Thanks, Dr. J," I muttered, mustering a half-smile that felt more like a grimace.
"Take your time," he said, his voice soft as he returned to his rounds.
Nurse Tanya
