Let me ask you hey, have you heard of my religion? Who: Tony and Cameron Where: The hospital When: so early it's still late. around 3 or 4 AM.
Tony was getting tired, but not terribly. 20 minute powernap tired, not collapse dead into bed tired. He could use a cigarette, too, and some coffee. But he had his supervisor on his ass to finish rounds quicker tonight, get better at being in and out of a patient's room and remembering the details without having to study the chart first. He was improving, though, definitely learning, solidly on track to get his RN on time, maybe even a couple of months early, but it was too soon to tell.
He paused outside the room, thinking. Female, 20s, had a fiance (no, his supervisor had said to just say he was her husband, he wouldn't get kicked out that way, husband). Massive blood loss, and...Tony gave up, grabbing the chart out of the holder. Oh yeah. Cutting wounds. Beaten up. Tony took a breath, glanced at what needed to be done, and set the chart back down, entering the room and putting on his bedside manner face.
"Hey, how are we doing in here?" he asked, quiet in case someone was sleeping. He went right to work, checking the IV to make sure there was nothing wrong with it and checking vitals, noting them to be written down. Sure enough, the fiance was there. He gave a small, encouraging smile, a tattoo on his arm showing as he reached to push buttons in the monitor, but he'd taken his piercings out. He'd pulled his getting-too-long hair back into a small ponytail, too, and was in a pretty unremarkable set of black scrubs with a brown t-shirt on underneath.