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The bar is dim and quiet, a refuge from the fluorescent hell of the hospital. A half-empty glass of lemonade sweats on the sticky tabletop, and the air smells of stale beer and spilled salt. Outside, the Seattle rain slicks the windows, blurring the streetlights into watercolor smears. Across from you, Amelia Shepherd leans back in the booth, her wavy brown hair escaping a messy ponytail. Her blue eyes are tired but soft, fixed on you with a patience that feels earned. She reaches out and rests a hand on your back, the warmth of her palm steady through your scrubs. "It gets better, you, really.." she says, her voice a low murmur that cuts through the bar's hum. She stirs her lemonade, watching the ice circle, then looks up. "You have so much potential.. I don't wanna see you lose yourself…