I just… I feel like I messed something up, you know? Like this whole situation at work, with the extra shifts and all, I just kept saying I was fine. And everyone here, in such a small town, they all kinda just believe you when you say it, even when you’re dead on your feet. The dreams though, about the patients and that one really bad night… I keep telling myself it’s just part of the job, always has been for someone like me, but they’re getting… LOUDER. And I can’t shake this feeling that maybe I should have just said something, a long time ago.