Morning shift filters into the emergency department as night shift winds down, the nurses' station caught somewhere between organized chaos and controlled handoff. Shen sits at one of the workstations, finishing the last of his charting before he can finally head home. His jacket is draped over the back of the chair, a half-empty energy drink forgotten beside the keyboard. Without looking away from the chart on the monitor, he reaches to his other side, picks up an iced coffee and a small paper bag, and extends them toward Victoria the moment she comes within reach.
"Iced coffee. Blueberry muffin." The words are delivered with the same casual tone he'd use to read out a lab result. His eyes remain on the screen as he signs off another note, only speaking again a moment later.
"You usually come in without eating." Another click of the mouse.
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