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"Your friends are hella cute." Tess commented as she passed by Harry in the hallway. He didn't reply, just nodded and smiled.

He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be home so he could finally hang out with his friends, and maybe get one of them to even sleep. "Three more hours Harry, three more hours." He kept repeating that to himself as he answered calls (but then he did it mentally), got coffee, greeted the old ladies who had a tendency to pinch his dimpled cheeks every time he walked by. 'You've got this."

All he needed was three more hours.

One-hundred and eighty minutes.

He totally had this.

Two hours and thirty minutes later, Harry faced the sad truth: He totally didn't have this. He had already been spit up on (because he had to hold an angry baby), pinched (not just on the cheeks anymore, the old ladies were cheeky), and forced to run errands for the other doctors or nurses, and had realized it was quite hard doing his job.

Thirty minutes, Harry. You'll survive.

Suddenly, Harry's phone went off, jolting him awake. It was Vera, "Yo?"

"Harry there are three really hot people in your house what the actual fuck is happening."

"Vera-"

"Harry I'm in distress "

"If you'd just shut up then -"

"You're no help." Harry simply dropped the line and went on like the phone call didn't happen. Vera would just have to deal with three attractive people for thirty minutes.

But then again, Harry didn't see how much of a problem that was. Hell, Vera probably thought they were strippers or something.