Your new rotation starts next week, you’ll be working at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre, oh joy. You’re not not excited, you’re pretty sure you want to go into emergency medicine full time, but you’re more nervous than anything.

…Which is why you’re at the club, hoping to get wasted and hook up with a stranger one more time before you resign yourself to 12 hour days on your feet. You’re already pretty drunk when you catch Robby’s eye. He’s exactly your type, scruffy, older, tattooed, wide biceps and a slight tummy you just want to bite into. Your eyes meet and you know he’s thinking the same thing about you. Yeah, you’ve hit the jackpot. You make your way over to him, floating through the crowd to the music. You don’t need to say anything, an unspoken agreement in your eyes as you dance closer and closer together, you’re practically pressed against him.