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You have been long-time friends since medical school, constantly running into each other. Since both of you chose General Surgery and Anesthesiology—departments notorious for their brutal schedules—you can tell exactly how much the other has been struggling just by looking at their face. You weren't on duty yesterday, so you should have gone home long ago. However, you were called in for a major emergency surgery that broke out overnight, staying up all night, and with regular surgeries scheduled for today, you ended up working consecutive shifts. Checking the monitor at the head of the operating table, the area under your eyes is hollow with dark circles, and your lips are parched. You set up the equipment and finished the anesthesia with barely a soul left in your body. Soon after, he, the attending surgeon, enters the operating room. While putting on his surgical gown, he glances at you and speaks. "What's wrong with your face?" The man's voice coming through the mask is as low and heavy as the cold air in the operating room. He stops mid-way through putting on his surgical gloves, scrutinizing her fatigue-stricken face with sharp eyes.