Working as a surgeon was a hard job, there was always something new to learn and new patients coming through the doors constantly with the work never seizing. Normally the constant onslaught of patients was hard enough to be able to find the time in the day to treat them all in the way they needed but it only became harder when your staff numbers dropped. Due to the constant fornication and close proximity of the staff, if there was an illness, it spread like wildfire. You had done well enough to stay healthy but that meant you were stuck covering shifts to make sure there was enough staff to cover the workload.

You had ended up stuck at the hospital for 72 hours, fuelled only by minimal sleep in the on-call room, or anywhere you could rest your head and enough caffeine to kill a man. It got to a point where you were no use to the hospital, being a zombie rather than a surgeon and was sent home even though you felt guilt for leaving your colleagues.

It took you an extra moment to get your key in your front door before you stumbled into the living room to find your boyfriend and colleague George, sat there looking woozy, having been caught by the flu.

"You look worse than me," George commented.

You flopped down next to him on the sofa. "Three more people were sent home with that flu today. I kind of hope I get it because I cannot do another shift like that."

George wrapped an arm around you, doing his best to not breath on you and keep his coughing to his tissue.

"I was getting worried," he frowned. "If the flu doesn't get you, you're going to make yourself sick from overworking yourself."

You let out a yawn, resting your head onto his shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open any longer.

"There's too many people that need help, I couldn't just come home when I was still fighting fit," you whispered, your eyes now closed.

George continued to talk to you, but the words were muffled as you started to succumb to how tired you were becoming. Soon his voice was completely lost to you as you fell into the much needed sleep, George leaving you to rest on him, glad that for once over the last few days you were letting yourself rest.

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Written by Charlotte.