#mghstart

“I get it, this is Manhattan and all, but surely I am not the only person on this general area of drinks tea like some New Yorkers drink coffee? I came in with my usual bucket-like takeaway cup of that delicious leaf water and a colleague just looked at me like I had requested to be hooked up in an IV drip with tea in it for maximum consumption.” Harry rolled his eyes, theatrically. “Relax, it’s not like I’m filling my mug with water from the Hudson and pretending that’s a delicious little treat.” 

‘’I took the subway today and an older lady looked at me and recognized me as her son’s surgeon and proceeded to talk to her lady friends about me and I thought she was being nice and grateful about the fact that I changed her son’s pacemaker and saved his life, but all I heard was ‘Doctors; all they do is make you worse and take all your money.’, needless to say, I've been shaking my head since then.’’

“The weeks I don’t have my girls with me are always quite strange. Last night I somehow ended up going through all these gloriously strange wikiHow articles.” Nora had settled down at the cafeteria with a decently healthy lunch, a clear indicator she was doing quite well and not drowning in work. “There was one that teaches you how to give passive aggressive gifts for Christmas. It’s a shame I don’t celebrate Christmas, but I guess you could go the birthday route as well.”

The redhead, who was typically so put together and looked pristine at any given moment, had been at the hospital for nearing on seventeen hours, overseeing a special case surgery and had decided on taking a nap. Sure, she had her own office for that, but the break room was definitely closer to the OR. With shoes slipped off, arms around a throw pillow and slouched on the sofa, Devon was probably a sight for the sorest of eyes, so upon the bustling around and the opening and subsequent slamming of the door, she bolted upright, startled, “Is he okay? Did the finish the surgery? --”