Her Light & Tender Heart [Completed]

Lay Me Down

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the people who haven't written or published GB fanfic yet, but want to. If you're scared, that's normal. If you're nervous, that's fine. (It took me months before I even attempted to write a one-shot, and even more months before I posted it.) I'm an amateur, but I enjoy it—Wattpad is here for fun after all. But you won't know until you try, and this is an amazing community to try with. If you're unsure, ask for help.

Sean's POV:

Eight Months Later...

"Dr. Green, you must be exhausted. Can I get you a coffee?" Cheryl's voice cut through the eerily quiet hallway, and I had to blink a few times before I noticed the young nurse's concerned eyes in front of me. "Maybe two coffees?"

"No, Cheryl. No thank you," I answered quietly with a shake of my head, straightening up from my slumped position against the reception desk. It'd been a long night. "I'm on my way out the door, actually. It's already...."

I paused, looking down at the empty place on my wrist where a watch would be.

If I owned a watch.

"Almost three in the morning," Cheryl supplied readily, looking surprisingly chipper for the early hour. "Your shift ended four hours ago, doctor."

Dear Lord, Owen was going to kill me.

It didn't escape my notice that I should've been more concerned about Sang's reaction to my overtime hours, but Owen had always been far more of a nagging wife than my Mrs. Green.

"Right." I sighed tiredly, bringing a hand up to rub my tightening jaw. The scruff I found there was a few days old, and the weight on my shoulders grew as I realized how long it had been since I'd last shaved. Since I'd showered at all. "I really need to be getting home."

"Maybe a coffee to go, then?" Cheryl pressed, leaning down to pick up my handy-dandy doctor kit while I shook my head to rid it of the fog of fatigue. "I'm sure Mr. Blackbourne would have my badge if I let you leave the hospital with your eyes as bloodshot as they are now."

"It's alright, Cheryl." I offered her a tired smile, accepting the bag with a nod. "Home is less than fifteen minutes away, and I'm alert enough to make it without any trouble. Besides, I'm sure Mrs. Holloway would perish without your attention every two minutes."

"Oh, please." Cheryl rolled her eyes, turning towards Wing B's reception desk. "You'd think a mild sedative would give her a nice nap, but it barely slows her down enough to sit down for ten minutes."

"Cheryl!" a hoarse voice squawked from down the hall as we both cringed.

"I guess that's your cue." I managed a weak grin, giving her a nod before turning toward the elevator as Cheryl headed the opposite way.

It'd been a long night.

I nudged the elevator button with a thumb, wincing when the doors dinged and immediately opened. Trudging into the empty car, I heaved a sigh as the slow descent began.

This was my third late shift helping out at the hospital this week since they were understaffed, and it was beginning to wear on me.

I wouldn't mind a nice, long nap with my Pookie.

Speaking of, I quickly fished my phone out of my pocket and pressed the home button. There were a handful of texts from Owen and one from Sang—so of course I opened the Sang one first.

Sang: Paging Dr. Green. You're needed at home; Code Purple. (Owen and I saved you some dessert. Love you. xo)

She'd sent it hours ago, but I quickly typed back my reply so she would have something to wake up to.