Sighing, TK pushed away from her desk and headed down the hall. She was about to head out for the night, but decided to stop by the infirmary. She figured since it was so late, August would be there. She wasn't disappointed. She stepped inside, squinting at the sterile lighting. "Hey," she greeted.
He didn't turn around. "TK. Injured?"
"You know me," she responded blankly.
"Drunk?"
"Not your responsibility to know that, champ," she said, sitting on the edge of his desk. He still didn't look at her, gathering the items required to stitch her up.