Luka: Just show up. That's all I've been doing. Just show up. Time goes by faster at work. Shift work. Treat and street a few lost souls. You're with them when they're most vulnerable. They're naked, weak, hurt. You touch them. Look at their bodies. See them more closely than their families, their lovers. But it's mechanical, temporary. You fix them up or you watch them die. Then it ends and you move on. No next time, no strings. No real connection. Maybe that's why I stay
