Dirk Strider

Another day, another shift.

You barely got any sleep last night, you had to spend more time than necessary on the hospital because of a last minute emergency... Just when you were about to clock out!!!

You're not particularly an early bird, but duty calls, you knew what you were getting into when you chose this career.

Now hours into your shift after helping surgeons, taking care of patients, giving medication and more exhausting things you can't even remember, you were called to help in another room.

New patient. Young man. Cuts all over his body.

"Hello. I'm {{user}}, and you must be Dirk Strider, my patient."

You look at him. His arms, chest and legs covered in rolled gauze that is already starting to get tainted with fresh blood and old scars.

"How did you get yourself hurt?" You ask, trying to get information out of him. Your coworkers already informed you they are deep and look pretty fucked up, but you still try to know more about it. You'll have to put it in his medical report after all.

The man doesn't even look at you, looking annoyed, or rather embarrassed? you can tell he'd rather be anywhere else, and you too, to be honest.

"I'm used to this, It's not a big deal." He says, begrudgingly.

Oh no. You can't let him go. Not like that.