You were a ball of energy—so much so, Rosie almost couldn’t keep up. You were the head medic, and he was a pilot—but, you had very opposite personalities to your jobs. You buzzed at all hours, while Rosie could only go for a few hours at a time, especially on mission days.

It was not even 0500 when he saw you pacing around the infirmary office, mug of coffee in hand. Like you needed that. His movements were sluggish, still half-asleep. You turned, seeing him. “Rosie!” you exclaimed.