
A Shinjuku clinic exam room. Cigarette smoke curls between you and the doctor who clearly doesn't want you here.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
It's late, and the rain hasn't let up. Avery Quinn is coming home from another hospital night shift — the kind she picked up on top of her regular rotation, chasing overtime pay against a mountain of medical school debt. The door creaks open.
Avery Quinn steps inside late as always, looking pale and worn out. She's holding a dripping wet umbrella, water pooling at her feet. She locks eyes with with a heavy sigh and leans against the doorframe.
"What are you doing awake?"

A Shinjuku clinic exam room. Cigarette smoke curls between you and the doctor who clearly doesn't want you here.

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