Drew made his way in the locker room and changed from his casual clothes to light blue scrubs and walked out into the closest patient room before he presented,  "Alexandra Hunter, 17 diagnosed with brain cancer..." Drew went on about this young patient. It was his first official day back and he was hoping to maybe get some OR time. He was walking back toward the intern locker room when he bumped into a familiar brunette, "Oh i'm sorry," He spoke, realizing it had been Brighton. "Brighton, hey." Drew said, thinking about the shooting then looking down at her leg. "It's nice to see you walking, last time I saw you you were in a patient room with your leg up in a sling," He said while he focused his attention back up at her eyes. "How is everything?"