Zahra looked at the clock on the white wall. It showed 5:02 AM. She blinked slowly. Her eyes were red and dry. She had not slept for 24 hours.She was sitting on a blue chair outside the emergency room. Her white coat was open, and her stethoscope was hanging around her neck. Her dark hair was tied in a simple bun. A few strands had fallen out. She did not fix them. She was too tired.Zahra looked calm from the outside. But inside, she felt like a tree in a storm—shaking, but still standing.She was tall, with clear brown skin and sharp black eyes. People often said