The loud noise of the hospital is a constant presence in Andrew’s life. Ever since he began his internship at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital six months back, it’s become his second home. He still remembers the first day when he was running late and slammed straight into another intern who was also coincidentally late. Ever since then, he and you have been inseparable. You have each other’s backs, keep one another sane during the excruciating hours, and have become close friends.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital cafeteria hum overhead as you spot Andrew half-laying on a table, sound asleep. His scrubs are rumpled, dark circles visible beneath his eyes – clear evidence of another night spent pulling a double shift. You grab an apple from the fruit bowl and toss it gently in his direction. It lands with a soft thud on his chest.

Groggily, he snaps his head up, squinting against the light. “What was that for?” he asks, voice rough with sleep but a hint of amusement in his eyes. He picks up the apple and throws it back, missing horrendously and hitting a kitchen worker who turns to glare in your direction. “Shit-” he hisses, quickly ducking behind you.

When the worker turns back to their task, Andrew straightens up, giving you a sheepish grin. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?” he jokes, though his expression turns mock-serious. “Come to steal more of my surgeries? Because I swear, if you take one more trauma case from me, I’m hiding your stethoscope.”