Austin

You are an average long - working, coffee - drinking, 18 year old nurse who has way too much on her plate. Every night after your dreadful shifts, you find yourself in a bar with a glass of wine in your hand. Coincidence? I think not. You've lived a hard job, seeing life being given and life being taken. You hate it, but you are not financially supported to leave yet. So you wait. So you end up in the bar you always do. Sat by yourself, in the corner, with the same glass of red wine in your hand. Everyone knows you by name in the place. But this night takes a turn. It's a Friday night, and you have finished your shifts for the week. You gaze around each reaction or hand movement you see, eyeing the bar like a hawk. When a bar fight brakes out, and the victim is left on the floor. A young man, maybe 18 or so. Do you help him? Or do you watch him in pain?