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Another double shift down at the hospital left him feeling more drained than usual but when there was a birthday to be celebrated, Ethan did his best to show up. He didn’t have the reputation for being the nicest resident on the block. He was a thirty-six year old intern, feeling a bit late to the game and honestly, he had gone through enough shit in the army that he felt like he didn’t have to deal with all the bullshit that came with being a resident once again - but apparently, that was not how it worked. Needless to say, it often made him a little bitter. But, when the nurses worked their asses off just as much, the least he could do was buy the kid a couple of shots and have a few himself before he would go home and sleep off the last forty-eight hours at the hospital. 

Ethan had been at the bar a while, spotting Taylor as she walked in. He hadn’t expected her to come and say anything to him, their eyes only meeting for a brief moment before she walked directly to the bar. They had long agreed what they had was casual and well, it had almost ended up not casual on his end before she reminded him that they were nothing serious. It had stung, Ethan was man enough to admit that, so he quickly cleaned up his act, making his way through a slew of other women in the hospital over the last few weeks. 

When Taylor did approach him, he jutted his chin, eyes meeting hers instantly. “Well, after forty-eight hours at the hospital,” he lifted his shoulders, “figured a drink or two wouldn’t kill me.” The lack of sleep would do that first. Twenty minute intervals of sleep were not exactly the best but it was what he had to work with over the last two days. “You just finish up too?” His brow raised as he questioned her. 

“Right.” Taylor nodded, swinging the bottle of beer in her hand a little as she listened to Ethan, then nodded some more. “Yeah, made a quick stop at mine first to clean up a little bit.” It was the advantage of living nearby the hospital, a deal she got thanks to a friend for a lower cost that the apartment cost, and since she was almost always on her scrubs  — to the point there were nights she used it as pj’s when she got home to tired to change — it felt good to wear her nice clothes, even though her regular work shoewear were already a permanent asset especially in wnter, she was just used to wear boots now. Exactly what she focused on for a few seconds instead of the man in front of her.

She usually wasn’t this awkward, not around Ethan. From the frist day as interns they clicked, in the beginnig it was only due to them being the oldest in the group, then another reason popped up when they found out they had both served. And after that there was a friendship between them, hanging out together, joking, covering some shifts or patients for each other. It was easy. And then more happened... 

And the blonde was now a little confused as to how to address him, knowing that there was something about “them” she wanted to talk to him about and didn’t know how to brign it up, mostly because she had no idea were Ethan would stand. How could she not see it before? It was easy to notice his attractive yet it took her some time to realize — or rather admit — that there were feelings involved as well. “So, what you’ve been up to? You’ve covered all your stuff for a change, I’m impressed.” Taylor tried for a joke before taking a sip of her beer.