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Cecil practically collapsed onto the ruby colored couch, his head lolling against the arm rest. The clock read 3:45 pm. He had been running since 4 this morning, and he was more than ready to call it a day and go home. His eyes, heavy and very close to shutting, snapped open at the sound of the break room door opening.
He instantly perked up as he recognized the ruffled brown hair that peeked over the pony wall. He grinned sleepily as Lain walked to the mini fridge in the corner. “Hey there,” Cecil said, and Lain instantly turned his head, grinning. “Hey yourself.” He opened a tupperware and set it in the microwave. “You about ready to head home?” “More than ready.” Cecil drawled, crossing his arms and pressing his cheek to the arm rest.
“How’d your first day treat you?” “You didn’t hear? There was a massive accident on Nassau. Trauma was swamped before the resident shadowing me even showed up.” “Oh, yeah. I did hear. How’d that treat you?” “....It was fine, I guess. A lot of them were DOA. One of mine was critical.. But he’s in recovery now.” “That’s good.” “Yeah,” Cecil chuckled. “I was so nervous I forgot how to run an IV. I stuck the guy fourteen times before I found a vein.” “I bet he wasn't happy about that.” “No… No, he wasn't.”
Lain’s eyes flit to the window. “..When’d it start snowing?” Cecil’s eyebrows raised. “Snowing? It was only raining just a minute ago.” He said, getting up to peer out the window. He hung his head, groaning. “Great.. The streets’ll be all slick when I drive home..” “Yeah, well it can't be harder than starting an IV.” Lain said, smiling as he shrugged. Cecil chuckled softly. “I hope not.”