She studied him as he read the chart. He caught her staring, gave her a knowing look and a smile. It suddenly looked like two people silently flirting. Which was true, considering how hard her heart was pounding.
In between the flirting, she noticed how tired he looked. His hair was unkempt and the skin beneath his eyes dark. He rubbed his face a few times, trying to keep himself wide awake.
“When was your last day off?” she asked, concerned. He had been working many days in a row.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “It has been over a week, I think.”
“What time did you get off last night?”
“Around eight.”
“Weren’t you supposed to get off at two?”
“I was, but there were two emergency surgeries that I had to take care of and some follow up.”
“I’m sorry. At least its better today, right?”
