The EMR froze, the Wi-Fi sighed, and for once no one rushed to fix it. Someone made tea. Someone confessed to naps. Someone else called it “rest wearing a fake mustache.”
The junior’s note was wrong. The vending machine was worse. But nothing beat the motivational speech from her inner critic—loud, efficient, and completely uninvited.
An unopened fellowship plaque. A crumpled sticky note that once screamed Be undeniable. In a late-night research office, Max Stats confronts the dream he thought was his — and the quiet relief of realizing it isn’t.