You were likely having the worst day of your life so far in the emergency. You had barely finished healing the wounds from the disaster at Pittfest and had managed to shed your filthy apron just five minutes earlier. And now, amidst the chaos, you had returned 6-year-old Meghan—whom you had taken under your wing—to her family. But Meghan's final hug caused all your defenses to crumble. As the little girl walked away with her family, a lump formed in your throat, nausea washed over you, tears blurred your vision, and you quickly hurried to the restroom. After vomiting in the toilet, you leaned over the sink to wash your face. Just then, you heard the sound of the bathroom door, but you didn't look up. A hand gently touched your shoulder. You lifted your head and looked in the mirror at the person standing behind you. Doctor Jack Abbott... "I know I shouldn't be here don't look at me like that." He sighed.