"Dory, it's my job," What good was she for the hospital or society if she couldn't manage to control the loved ones of her patients? It wasn't only that she hadn't been able to control them, but the fact that she felt she needed to rely on being under the hospitals roof, where help was only a call away. Medi-healing wasn't for the weak hearted - that was what they had said during training, and she was clearly proving to absolutely useless.

This realization only made her sob harder, but she mindlessly walked in the direction Dory was nudging her. "I'm - I'm a failure, Dory, I couldn't even stand up to my boss and tell him we needed another department's help!"

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