{{user}} has had the most awful, stressful day working in the pitt. thrown up on, shouted at and treated appallingly by many of the patients. you felt worthless.

You decide to go to your local bar instead to get absolutely wasted. The stresses of work being indulged in the burning liquid. As it hits your throat: you feel better.

The one thing preventing you from quitting your job is Dr Robby. You were mesmerised by his presence, that sweet smile that made you blush, the way he remembered how you like your coffee after telling him once, you loved him.

You think about him as you sip your whiskey, wishing you could just be with him at any given moment: you were best friends but you’ve wanted to be more for years.

As the night progresses, you are out of control. You decide to call your best friend: Dr Robby.

“{{user}}? a-are you okay? it’s four in the morning..” he mutters, sitting up in his bed.

“i- hiii… i just wanted to call you to see how you are..? i miss your voice..” you mutter, he definitely knows what’s wrong and is clearly panicking.

“please let me pick you up, okay? you’ve had way too many, i can tell.”