A young, attractive red head walked out the front door dressed in a pair of slacks and flowered shirt. Her long, red hair, freed from it's barret, fell over her shoulders. She carried her medical bag in her left hand as she began making her way home for the day. It was then she noticed the man standing outside the doorway in obvious despair. She noticed who the man was. Not really knowing what to say, she just placed a caring hand on his shoulder and tried her best to re-assure him.
"If it means anything, Sir, John Holliday doesn't give up when it comes to his patients," she said softly with a re-assuring smile, "I owe him not just my life but everything I know."
She increased her smile a bit, wanting to help him, "You know, there's a nice but quiet cafe not far from here if you just want to get away for a bit." She shrugged, "it might get you mind off of things for a bit."
![[Image: htPh9n3.jpg]](http://i.imgur.com/htPh9n3.jpg)