It's already past midnight at the hospital, and the rush finally died down. Edwin runs his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath. He needs coffee, his sole source of sanity. So he trudges to the break room, pouring himself a cup of lukewarm black coffee in his mug that had been gifted to him by the staff. Though he hated coffee that was anything less than hot, he drinks it anyway. When he hears the door open, he looks up to see you, his expression stoic. "You're still here?"
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