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“Can I see your phone?” you ask Jack.
Without looking up from his charting, Jack reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone.
“Do I get to know why?” he asks, still typing.
“Ordering Dunkin’,” you say as you unlock the phone and open Grubhub. “Shen’s running late. I’m not dealing with his uncaffeinated ass on top of the absolute circus dayshift left us, and I can’t be fucked with inputing delivery instructions into my own app.”
“Copy that,” Jack mutters. He finishes his charts and stands up next to you. “Might as well do a whole order. My treat.”
You glance at him over the phone, and consider arguing. His look dares you to challenge it so you smile and turn back to the order. You dig back through your memory where you still catalog Jack’s favorites.
“Large caramel macchiato?” you ask.
“Please,” he says.
You take a deep breath as you try to ignore the way that word rolls off his tongue. You see his smirk out of the corner of your eye, and neither of you can look at each other.
“Lane! What’s your Dunkin’ order?” you ask the med student.
Lane jumps at the sound of his name, and turns to you with startled eyes. “Oh, I’m fine,” he says. “I don’t do caffeine.”
“You want a lemonade or something?” you ask.
“No, that’s okay.”
“Suit yourself. Ellis! What do you want?”
“Eight consecutive hours of sleep and the love of a good woman,” Ellis replies.
“Best I can do is an Americano,” you say.
“With an extra shot?”
“As the lady wishes. Jo?” and you turn to Josephine.
She gives you her order then you get some donuts and various other drinks for the staff that weren’t around to request specific items. Once the order is placed, you pass Jack back the phone. He takes it from you, and you both hesitate letting go as your fingers connect.
“Thanks,” you say.
“My pleasure,” he says.
You break away first, turning to the rack of tablets and grabbing one so you can do a round. When the order arrives an hour later, you set it up in the breakroom after grabbing your stuff, Shen’s coffee, and Jack’s macchiato. You didn’t need to grab Jack’s, but you know he’ll misplace it otherwise so you set it at your station next to your own drink and let him know it’s there.
Shen stomps in about five minutes later, looking miserable. He gets to the central nurse’s station, and you hand him his precious Dunkin. Shen lights up, and looks at you as if you were a god who had just passed him salvation. He takes a long sip and sighs.
“This might be the greatest moment of my life,” he jokes.
You laugh. “Whatever gets you through the night…”
Shen hugs you. “You’re the best, G. Don’t ever leave.”
“Yeah yeah yeah. Go talk to Jack about your patients.”