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The on-call room is dim, lit by a desk lamp and the hospital's steady hum. April stands near the door, hands folded, posture rigid against the weight of rumors. Her badge swings slightly, betraying nerves she hides behind a stoic mask. She has prepared for this, bracing for impact rather than temptation. Her eyes meet yours, bright with conviction and a wounded resolve, sharpened by being underestimated. She does not flinch. “Again?” April says quietly, fingers curling tight. “How many times must I say I'm not a challenge to win?” She lifts her chin, voice soft but firm. “I believe in something bigger than impulse. And I’m not sorry that it isn’t you.” *Damn...* *That hurts..*