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Being back home was strange, but not in a bad way. It was just strange to have to see all those familiar faces in the ER. So far she had treated plenty of her classmates and old neighbors. This particular week had been rather chaotic, she had slept only four hours in the past two days, so the second she arrived home, she passed out.

Olivia pretty much jumped out of her bed when she heard the bangs on her door. She still had her scrubs on and a mark from her pillow all across her cheek. She didn't know what time was it or even which day of the week was, she was too disoriented. All she knew was that it was way too late. Olivia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she dragged her bare feet towards the entrance of her small house. She bumped onto a chair as she walked into her living room and cursed quietly and didn’t stop grumbling until she turned on a lamp.

If she hadn't been too asleep, she would've asked who it was, but she was still quite disoriented to realize that and simply opened the door. Her sleepy eyes widened in shock when she saw Michael there. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked worriedly as she scanned his awful state, immediately stepping aside so he could walk in.