Ava’s life ran on exhaustion and caffeine.
Working the overnight shift in the emergency wing wasn’t glamorous, but someone had to do it.
The hours were long, the patients endless, and the gratitude rare.
But she kept showing up.
Partly because she cared—and partly because she had no other options.
Rent, med school debt, and her little brother’s therapy didn’t pay for themselves.
It was close to 4 a.m. when she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.
That’s when she saw him.
Huddled on the bench near the ambulance bay was an older man wrapped in a tattered hoodie, trembling in the cold.
He didn’t ask for anything.
Just sat there, silently, his eyes on the pavement.
Ava hesitated—then slipped off the clean blanket she always kept in her locker and walked over
