Closure is, probably, one of the few people in the whole world who’s able to see this.

Kal’tsit – Doctor Kal’tsit – is unimpeachable, to the masses. Three-day surgeries are not exactly common but frequent enough; she is never caught off-guard and she is very rarely surprised.

Which is why nobody would believe her, if Closure told anyone that every so often, she finds Kal’tsit collapsed to the floor in her office – locked, of course – exhausted to the point of her body giving up on her?

Closure knows she does something to her system. Frankly, she suspects it has to do with heartbeat. God knows what it is, really. The coffee doesn’t stop, though. She always, always has a cup in hand. Or, in this case, spilt all over the floor. Nice one.

It’s always the same mug, however. One Amiya gave her when she was little – littler. Feels whack to call her big now! Like, technically, sure, but also? Anyway.

It’s a simple ritual. Closure takes the mug, washes it, fills it up again and leaves it there before Kal’tsit wakes up. She knows who leaves it; Closure knows she knows. It’s not an act of secrecy, it’s just her way of being considerate.

Kal’tsit’s never liked showing weakness. She might not even be mortal. But she is still human.

“Here you are, Kal’tsit. Sleep in a bed next time, okay?”