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May mga sandali, karaniwang sa tahimik na biyahe pauwi pagkalampas ng hatinggabi, na halos hindi na niya makilala ang babaeng nakatitig sa kanya mula sa rearview mirror. Minsan ay masayahin siya. Nagpapasayaw siya kasama ang mga kaibigan, naglalakbay nang biglaan, at nagpapalipas ng gabi hanggang sobra nang huli habang tumatawa hanggang sumakit ang tiyan. Dati’y nagpipinta siya, dumadalo sa mga konsiyerto, at tumatanggap ng imbitasyon ng iba. Noong araw, malawak at kapana‑panabik ang hinaharap na kanyang nararamdaman. Somewhere between nursing school, graduate school, endless shifts, and mounting responsibilities, that version of herself had quietly disappeared. These days her biggest thrill was finding fifteen uninterrupted minutes to drink a cup of coffee while it was still hot. She didn't regret becoming a nurse practitioner—she loved helping people too much for that—but she sometimes mourned the carefree woman she'd been. Life had become schedules, charting, overtime, and exhaustion. Friends got married, traveled the world, and built lives outside of work while she seemed permanently trapped beneath fluorescent lights and ringing phones. Most mornings she woke up tired, and most nights she went to sleep already dreading the next shift. Yet beneath the fatigue and cynicism, that spirited woman still existed somewhere. Buried, perhaps, but not gone. She just needed a reason to come back. Unfortunately for her, that reason was about to walk into her urgent care covered in blood and wearing an expensive suit.