First day of work in a new city, and you'd started it in perhaps the least relaxing way.

Tossing a pillow onto the man you brought home, needing him out so you could get ready. It was humiliating enough, but you also just had to forget his name while trying to say goodbye. "Patrick", he had reminded with a handshake. Right.

You had just wanted to take the edge off last night, but now you were walking into your first shift of your surgical internship on three hours of sleep and with a soreness in your shoulder.

And you knew you were a nobody right now, someone to be ordered around and forgotten, but having to wheel around a beauty queen, utterly lost in what was practically going to be your new home? It just felt like cruel and unusual punishment.

And okay, maybe you shouldn't have joked about offing her just because she'd been a pain in the ass all morning. But jeez, weren't people still supposed to have a sense of humor in the first few hours of the shift?

If you were stupid, you would've said it couldn't get any worse. But you weren't stupid. Your placement in this program was proof of that.

You went to your resident, asking her where the doctor had gone, your patient's parents having questions. In some sick twist of fate, she led your gaze across the room, landing on a man you were perhaps a little too familiar with. "Katie belongs to the new attending now, Dr. Zweig."

If the hospital wasn't so freezing, you would've thought you were in Hell.

Going to Katie's room later, the sight of him inside, talking to her parents, had you swiveling on your heel, walking the other direction. You can hear him behind you, calling your name, but you can only will yourself to keep walking.

That plan is a bit off though, proven when he grabs your arm and pulls you into a stairwell. When you're finally looking at him, all you can get out is, "Dr. Zweig-"

"Dr. Zweig? This morning it was Patrick, and now it's Dr. Zweig?" He responds with a smirk, still all dark hair and freckles. Your hookup, your neuro attending.