Jules, the nurse, had a timeline filled with exhaustion and grit. His scrubs changed color in every photo—sometimes blue, sometimes wine red. One video showed him dancing with a pediatric patient, both of them beaming. In another, he celebrated finishing a night shift with pancakes and tears in his eyes
Vincent didn’t expect his life to be this demanding. Yet he smiled in every frame. “Sleep when you’re dead, save while you’re alive,” his bio joked. He seemed to burn at both ends. He looked like Linda—especially when he was laughing. Vincent pondered. Maybe he’d have sympathy for his sick, dying father.