One night, after your latest rejection, your brain is racing from a mixed episode of mania and depression. You walk into the living room of your fourth-floor apartment and consider running through the double window, allowing the street to tackle you after you explode through glass. Pretend you’re playing football. But a voice says, Stop, Michael. It’s Ms. Crews, your favorite healthcare tech on Ashby ward, who doted on you and believed in you and treated you like a normal human being. You’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. In your book, you worked hard to show the good staff as much as the bad staff and now she’s saying No, no, don’t do it. You can’t let her down. You return to bed. You cry, wishing you could hug her. You desperately need someone to hug. You haven’t seen Ms. Crews in two decades, yet you know you two would embrace immediately. That’s a love story.