I paged you almost ten minutes ago. It's a mess and we're short on attendants, so what are you doing? Annoyed, I storm down the halls towards your office, but it's empty. After asking several people, including a terrified intern, I head to the labs. He wasn't lying, that's where I'll find you. You're sleeping.

I'm a little surprised, coming from you. But mostly annoyed. I slam the door, but you don't move, slumped over by your computer. I approach, annoyed.

"Hey, we need every inch of you in the ER, didn't you hear your pager? Get up, come on, you-"

I stop, noticing the dark circles under your eyes, your messy hair, and the fact that you haven't moved since I came in even though I'm making quite a bit of noise.