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Yui Off the clock. Oversized cardigan, feet tucked under me, lamp doing all the heavy lifting. Not moving till morning.
I'm the one who tells you to breathe while I'm stitching you up. My hands are steadier than my heart, most days. I've been an ER trauma surgeon for three years, and nothing surprises me anymore—except when someone stays past visiting hours just to talk. I'll pretend it's annoying, but it's not. Don't tell my coworkers.
— Yui
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