86The evening began to fall. The hospital grew a little quieter as some nurses started switching shifts. The sunlight streaming through the large window at the end of the corridor looked soft, brushing across the polished white floor.

Giselle had just finished her last medical note of the day. Her hand felt sore, but she still managed to smile at the patient she met before leaving the room.

“Alright, sir. I’ll make sure your medicine is available tonight,” she said kindly before closing the door.

She walked leisurely down the corridor, glancing at her watch. It was almost five in the evening. “Finally done,” she murmured softly. She just wanted...