A very long night || Dibbs
Tibbs had been a trauma surgeon for long enough now that he was no stranger to back to back shifts and long, busy nights, but that didn’t make it any easier when a difficult shift came along. Or a difficult few shifts, as the case may be. Technically he should’ve clocked off at about midday the day before, and now it was almost six o’clock in the morning. Everything had been going fine until a surgery that should’ve been pretty simple had turned into a surgery that had taken four hours and a team of specialists to complete, and by the time he’d gotten out of theatre, the department had been overrun. One case had blended into the next, surgeries had ran over—
But now there was quiet. Peace. And Tibbs had not said a word about that to anyone, because to talk about it out loud was to doom it entirely, so he had simply raised his eyebrows and given people grave expressions until they had made the decision to go for a break without a word.
Hence why he found himself in the staff room, a coffee in his hand as he tired not to drop off on the sofa that was only slightly comfy. Still, it was better than nothing, and certainly better than being on his feet.
He should go home, really. He was already many, many hours overdue, and he was meant to be back at the hospital after lunch for his next shift, but... well, he hated leaving people with work to do. The morning team would be in soon, and he liked to take charge of hand-over, if he could, make sure everyone was on the same page. He was flicking through patient reports on the hospital-issued iPad when the door opened, and in shuffled Dian, looking about as tired as Tibbs did.
“There’s coffee in the pot, Dr. Morey,” He said, nodding to it before yawning. “Help yourself. And maybe put on another pot, if you’ve got a spare minute.”