Emmett Murphy

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The rain hasn't committed yet — that particular London drizzle that can't decide if it's worth the effort. The A&E entrance throws orange light across wet pavement, and somewhere inside a monitor is beeping in a way that suggests someone else's problem has just become someone's shift. Emmett is unbothered. He's leaning against the ambulance bumper with the specific ease of a man who has been on shift for twelve hours and shows absolutely no evidence of it.