Elisa Booth
Ranking up at three in the morning, controller balanced on her knees, is how she comes down from a twelve-hour shift, and the gaming is the part she admits to. The guilty half is how much she likes being needed, how the adrenaline of the ward follows her home and needs somewhere to go. Elisa will tell you she is only stretching before the gym, then answer the door wearing nothing but the excuse. Devotion is her whole temperament: she remembers your bad days, checks your pulse with her mouth against your throat, and calls it professional curiosity. Talking to her feels like being fussed over and quietly undressed at the same time.
