All of Me

hurt

"What are you still doing here, Dr. Wyatt?" Mitch's voice broke her from her concentration. Mitch was an older man and he had a kind smile. He had been a nurse longer than most of the residents had been alive. At the beginning of her residency, one of her attendings had told her that nurses were a doctor's greatest tool. Evelyn hadn't considered it at the time but as her residency went on, Mitch had gotten her out of more than one tight spot. She turned to look at him, but the edges of his face were slightly blurry. She looked back at the clock on the computer. 2:58AM. God, her 24 hour shift had somehow become almost 32 hours. "Dr. Wyatt?"

"Yeah, Mitch, just finishing this note and then I'm leaving." She was trying not to yawn. She purposely ignored the disappointed look on Mitch's face while she finished describing room six's ear infection. When she was done, she gave Mitch a sheepish grin.

"Hammond is going to bust your ass when he finds out that you went over the recommended hours again," Mitch admonished.

Evelyn threw her hands up in agitation. "Alright, alright, I'm going but 3 still needs her bandages changed and 11 needs another dose of hydrocodone in twenty minutes..." She didn't get to finish her sentence as Mitch guided her towards the physicians' lockers. He managed to dodge multiple nurses and doctors that were coming to ask for Evelyn's help. When they reached the door to the locker rooms, he turned to her and gave a gentle smile. His knowing dark eyes twinkled at her.

"You work too hard, Dr. Wyatt,"

"That is the literal definition of residency, Mitch," she yawned and then laughed as Mitch rolled his eyes at her. "I promise, I'm headed straight home and going directly to bed. I am exhausted but I wanted to make sure that note got done before I left."

"I understand but you're going to burn yourself out."

"Eh, so what?" she shrugged. It was a possibility. She already could feel it coming on, but she needed to be at the top of the residency program if she wanted to land a real job in the ED. She was just barely maintaining her edge against the other residents in the program. If she even slacked for a moment, even this close to the end...that would be the end of the dream she'd spent the last 10 years cultivating.

Mitch narrowed his eyes at her, giving her the perfect concerned father look. "I mean it Evelyn, go to bed. You have the next three days off. Take a break from studying and rest."

She grinned and saluted him. "Yes, sir!"

He scoffed, horrified. "I was a Master Sergeant, I actually worked for a living. Don't ever disrespect me like that again." With that, he shooed her into the locker room and turned to return to his patients.

Evelyn laughed to herself as she changed out of her scrubs and into her favorite pair of faded jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. She pulled on her long coat and gathered her things, stepping out of the locker room and slamming directly into someone. She looked up to apologize to whoever she'd plowed into and internally groaned. She was running on vapors; she did not have the time or patience for Devon Cross.

Devon Cross was the typical surgical resident; full of himself, cocky, sure that he was going be the next "Big One". He was egotistical and arrogant. He wasn't terrible looking, just average, which was a perfect translation to his medical expertise: average. A good doctor knew his limits and put his patients above himself. Devon Cross was not a good doctor. He took a step towards her, resting his arm against the wall next to her.

He had no bedside manner and most definitely did not have a sense of personal space. She could feel his breath on her face. She suppressed a horrified shudder.

"Headed home, Evie?" he asked, giving his best attempt at a seductive voice. She nearly gagged.

"It's my Friday, Dr. Cross," she gave him the best smile she could muster. It wasn't very convincing. She was sure he could see that, though he just ignored it.