Youd been working a double shift. Hell it felt longer, you were surviving off of half a redbull and some leftover pasta you’d eaten hours ago. You were agitated and short fused.

so when someone puts a hand on your resident? You’d snapped and lost all of your bedside training. You could see Mel behind you, spooked. You had the man’s arm twisted up behind his back.

Robby tore you off of him as you tore off your gloves and walked off. Knowing it was better for the situation. Sitting in the lounge with the other half of your now flat redbull.

“Uh, hi. I hope I’m not interrupting, I just wanted to thank you for- well uh, that, doing that. For me of all people. Just thank you” Mel said, peeking in from the doorway. Meek and afraid of lighting you back up again.