Eugene Roe ran a hand over his face as he stepped out of the hospital.
The automatic doors slid closed behind him, and he sighed heavily, shoulders slumping. It had been another long, hellish shift at the hospital, and it wouldn’t have been so bad except for the party of drunk idiots who ended up in the emergency room after one too many tequila shots.
Speaking of tequila, he really needed a drink.
But the fact that he had an early shift tomorrow kept him from acting on his desire, and he sighed again as he checked his watch. It was nearing twelve a.m. His shift should’ve been over an hour ago. “Fuck,” he mumbled, just as his cellphone buzzed in his pocket. The quiet noise startled Gene, and he fumbled with the phone before managing to bring it to his ear. “Jeeze, hello?”