The Midnight Ward
Under the hum of fluorescent lights, Lila checked vitals, adjusted drips, whispered comfort to strangers.
Her family slept miles away — a video call waiting when her shift ended.
At 3 a.m., another alarm blinked red. She moved calmly, her hands steady, her eyes soft.
Sometimes, strength doesn’t roar or rest — it breathes quietly between heartbeats and duty.
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