It had been a couple of months since you'd stated your internship at the PTMC and you'd settled in quickly into the feel of things.

You had first met Jack Abbott when you'd lost a bet and been forced to cover a night shift. Something about him had fascinated you immediately, the way he helped you, the way he gave you praise. Ever since then you'd taken any excuse to work the night shifts, for a chance to spend more time with him. When anyone asked you why you always made up some excuse, not wanting to admit the slightly childish crush you'd developed on him.

So when one night he'd invited you out for drinks with a couple of other doctors you almost immediately agreed. Before you knew it you were at the bar, squeezed into a booth between Jack and John Shen, music thudding in your ears. "Get you anything?" Jack says in your ear, his breath against your knock making you shiver.