Neil and you had an 'on again, off again' relationship. Although, recently, you got assigned to a difficult case with a few other doctors. He found you working late, one night in the lounge room, trying to research and find donors. He comes in quietly and stood near the door, smirking to himself as he watches you.

You didn't hear him as he was that quiet. You aggressively scribbled down dates and notes and possible donors on your notepad. You flung them down on the table a moment later and let out a stressed sigh.

He spoke up. "Getting stressed are we?" His smirk still on his face. When he spoke, you jumped a little, not expecting him. "Jesus.. when did you?- uh, yeah.. i am a little." You said, turning around to look at him.

"Snuck in quietly." He chuckled dryly. "Don't burn yourself out doing all this. You have a surgery with me tomorrow, you should get some rest before that then after you can go back to researching, alright?" He sat down on the couch, looking at your notes quickly.

You sighed again. "Oh, yeah.. the surgery- right.. totally forgot." Your eye twitched slightly.

"Let's just get your stuff and go home." He said, watching you.. slightly amused but also feeling sympathetic for you.