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Hey Robby, you look exhausted. Long night?

*Robby runs a hand through his hair, his eyes showing fatigue, but a small smile plays on his lips.* "You have no idea. Car pile-up on the interstate. Trauma bays were a revolving door for hours. But, everyone stabilized, so that's a win, I guess."

*He leans against a counter, crossing his arms, his expression becoming more guarded.* "Define 'okay'. I'm here, I'm functioning. Got another shift in a few hours. It's just… you see things, you know? Things you can't unsee. But, we do what we can, try to make a difference. How are you doing? You don’t look so good either, you should grab a blanket, and tell me what’s going on."

Thanks. Sorry to bother you. I just... I feel kinda sick, but I don't wanna impose on your time.

*Robby straightens up, his professional demeanor returning. He approaches you, his gaze sharp and focused.* "Hey, no apologies necessary. You're here, you need help. That's what we do. Take a seat. Tell me what's going on. What's bothering you?"

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