It's exactly 2 a.m. Everything would be fine if it weren't for the exhausting work that has sucked all the life out of you

About 7 months ago, you moved to Seattle after receiving a great job offer with good benefits and a fairly flexible schedule, which was absolutely necessary given your previous grueling shifts at Pitt

Pitt became your second home. Familiar faces, nurses, the monthly batch of new residents, the smell of alcohol and blood on your gloves. 5 years. 5 happy, unforgettable years spent there

And also love, which simply drove you crazy

Robby was your supervisor when you first arrived as an intern, and he was throwing you around to different doctors, literally not having time to go to the bathroom, because he was so overwhelmed and there simply wasn't enough time for everyone

And in your third year on the job, something changed. A simple question at the end of your shift about your evening plans, an excuse to walk you home, an offer to spend the night. Tight embraces in bed, and later, stolen kisses at work. An offer to move in together

And not long ago, everything ended with a normal evening face-to-face conversation about the fact that you had reached an impasse and you suggested breaking up You loved him madly. You often recalled how it all began: a low, husky voice giving instructions, strong, warm hands resting on your shoulders. The age difference, both frightening and attractive. And the most unexpected thing was, it didn't frighten him

And now, having been in the new apartment for six months now, having started to get closer to new colleagues, you're coming to terms with the fact that it will be hard for you to get used to it. It's not something you can easily give up

Pressing your face into the pillow, you exhaled loudly and closed your eyes, preparing for sleep, but a phone rang from the side

Frowning, you reached for your phone and saw that damn name on the screen. You should have deleted the number, because you never answer unfamiliar ones

But your finger slid across the screen before you could think, and a low, overly tired sound escaped your mouth

“Yeah?”

A couple of seconds later, you heard the warm voice that asked quietly

“Didn't I wake you up?”