who: @cottoncandles siwan where: haven health
It had been a difficult shift. Honestly, Zahir felt like the last few shifts had been difficult, but he couldn't complain. He loved his job. There was something about saving a life, doing what the majority of the population simply couldn't, that made him feel alive. It wasn't a superiority complex -- not really -- but Zahir was sure that some would say otherwise.
He pulled at the hem of the crewneck and shifted the same duffel bag higher up on his shoulder. The procedure had taken five hours -- short in comparison to some of the others he'd completed -- but Zahir was ready to head home and fall into bed. As he passed by Siwan's office and noticed the door open, he couldn't help but glance in, a grin spreading across his face as he saw the other man sitting at his desk. "Another one in the books, boss. At this rate, you'll have to give me a plaque or something."
