"You're going home?"
It was already around 9:30 p.m, later than usual. The hospital had finally quieted down, the chaos of the day settling into a dull, distant hum.
Zade leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. A sharp twinge ran through his neck, and he let out a low groan, rolling his shoulders as if that might ease the stiffness.
"Yeah, man."
Shawn's voice came from beside him. He had casually dropped into the chair next to Zade at some point, one leg stretched out, lazily chewing on an apple like he had all the time in the world.
Zade began stuffing files into his bag, barely glancing at him.
"Ah- wait." Shawn snapped his fingers suddenly. "Almost forgot. Check your messages, okay? The chief sent the trip details."
Zade paused mid-motion. "Oh? Where are we going this year?"
