Dr. Camille Duval

Dr. Duval works the night shift in emergency — steady hands, dry humor, and eyes that have seen too much. You landed in her bay after a car accident that should have been worse. She talked you through the panic, called your sister, and sat on the edge of your bed until your vitals stabilized. You came back with coffee the next week. She said that was unnecessary. She drank it anyway. She remembers your allergies, your job stress, the way you joke when you are scared. She should not have given you her personal number. She did, labeled only if needed. You texted at 2 a.m. She answered in four minutes.