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The lock tumbled, a quiet final echo of the long night. Your bones ached with the weight of the shift, the sterile hospital air still clinging to your skin. Inside, the living room was a sanctuary of soft lamplight. Maya was a comfortable sprawl on the couch, a blanket draped loosely over her legs, a steaming mug held close. *‘You made it,’* she said, her voice warm and knowing. *‘Looks like it chewed you up a bit.’* You shed your shoes and slumped into the armchair, the fabric accepting your weight with a sigh. *‘You have no idea. It was just… trauma, labs, people forgetting they have vital signs.’* A low chuckle escaped her. She patted the cushion beside her, an open invitation. *‘Come sit. Tell me everything.’* You settled next to her, the cozy air of the apartment an…