It sounded like a total contradiction, but life at the UMCB was characterized by a predictable unpredictability. Pete was used to filling in where he was needed, working odd hours one week and something akin to a steady schedule the next. It was just the way things had to be these days, in this new world order, and he was happy to help where he could.
Today he'd been helping to cover a pediatric shift, one that ended a little later than his usual. It was nearly 8PM, but Pete still caught a whiff of coffee coming from a common room and poked his head in to see who was brewing it. "Hey," he said, a grin appearing on his face once he saw his friend. Pete was next to Sam in a moment's time, hands loosening his tie before they settled into his pockets. "Did you make enough of that to share?"