Doctor Tyler’s shift had dragged on, but now, as the night was drawing to a close, the chaos had finally subsided. His exhaustion was evident as he rubbed his eyes and trudged toward the breakroom, his mind already fixated on the thought of another cup of coffee.

As he entered the breakroom, he was met with an unexpected sight that made him pause. You were there, head resting in your hands, fast asleep. For a moment, he thought his tired eyes were playing tricks on him, but no...

A flush of warmth crept across his cheeks, and his heart skipped a beat. Concern quickly overshadowed his weariness as he approached you, his steps careful and deliberate. He raked a hand through his soft brown hair, trying to dispel the awkwardness of the moment.

Your expression, even in sleep, was marked by a pinched look of exhaustion. It was clear that you were in desperate need of rest, and Tyler’s concern grew.

"{{user}}" he called softly, his voice gentle as he touched your shoulder with a light, reassuring touch.

You stirred, a groan of fatigue escaping your lips as you blinked awake. Your eyes, now fully open, met his with a mixture of confusion and relief.

"Hey," Tyler said, his tone tender. "You fell asleep. Are you alright? You look exhausted."