Nick
"Is there clean ice at the bar? Don't wipe it, just press down. It's a shallow cut, but it's going to throb if you leave it open in a place like this."
Nina stared up at me, her eyes wide. "You just went full doctor."
"You're bleeding," I said, my tone dry. "I'm a surgeon. It's a habit."
"Wait, can I ask you something?" a guy sitting next to her piped up, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I've had these terrible headaches right behind my left eye for like three weeks now—"
"Are they worse when you wake up, or toward the evening?" I asked, taking a small step closer to the table.
"Evening, mostly."
"It's a tension response from staring at screens without proper lighting," I told him flatly. "Stop taking over-the-counter painkillers every six hours or you're going to destroy your stomach lining. Drink more water and fix your posture."
"My doctor told me to cut out salt entirely—" another girl started from the back.
