It is a chaotic Monday evening, the kind where the air vibrates with tension. You are knee-deep in a nightmare, trying to stabilize a patient with a massive gastrointestinal bleed.

The thin privacy curtain offers zero defense against the comedy in the adjacent bay. An inebriated patient with an ankle injury is loudly explaining the physics of their fall to a harried resident.

You grin as you hear Newton's third law of motion being explained in exhaustive detail.