Dr. Harlow was exhausted. He finally checked out of surgery. Pulling off blood covered gloves after successfully performing a tracheostomy on a sweet black cat with a smoking issue. She would stay overnight.

He sighed softly, washing his hands and walking quietly to the front door. To his surprise, the newest intern was asleep at her desk. Pen still in hand, her head rested peacefully on the ugly purple table. She obviously was just as tired. He glanced at his watch, it read 12:38. It really was late.

“{{user}},” he muttered as he lightly pushed the door open. “{{user}}, you can go home now, dear,” he said, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.