"It should turn all the lights a color or something after the initial blare. Alarm fatigue is a serious problem."

"I thought alarm fatigue was when alarms regularly go off for things they shouldn't, not for when one keeps going for a long time during a real emergency.  ...Also I'm not a real doctor or anything but sometimes I do need to find a vein; lights would make that hard for me."

"I'm not sure if it properly refers to only one of the two things. You probably also sometimes need to listen to patient complaints and the sound alarms interfere with that, presumably. You could have white lamps for veinfinding."

"I will bear these facts in mind the next time it's possible to fix them."

"Place must be pretty remote, considering, do you have to do all your maintenance with in-house summoning or is there some commuting?"

"We move around a lot, yeah.  It's not that - never mind."

Thumbs-up.

He nods.

And something on his computer catches his attention, and he goes back to using it.

Hamlet.

"Pieters back over in a minute," he notes.

"Needs vein-related assistance?"

"No, uh, she wants to reconcile.  Poor kid, I mean, I'm stressed out enough about this, but it's kind of her worst nightmare."

"...well, I sort of question her timing but okay."

"We've been arguing."  He gestures to the computer.

"Mm."

And here she is, crying.  She goes in for a hug.  "I'm really sorry."

"Oh, I mean - it's fine?"

She kind of shrugs.  Hugs tighter.

"- Ow."

"Sorry.  Sorry."  And she half unhugs to rummage for a tissue or something in her pocket.

"- Pi -"

It was an 'or something'.

There's a gunshot.

"- HELP!" Cam hollers, testing the border of the circle - he can't make anything but air, which is still going as a background process the same way it does if he's flying through vacuum, but he can get pressure on a wound, this is a medbay, they'll have things - "SHE SHOT HIM!"

He goes down.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry - love you -"  She's leveling the gun at his head.