Avery slumped over the break room table, utterly exhausted from his rounds all over the surgical ward. His last one had been an appendectomy, which had been a quick and simple procedure, and his patient was in recovery before being sent home. As far as he knew, he didn't have any surgeries for the rest of the day to tend to, in which he was thankful. As much as he loved his job, his body just wasn't up to code and towards the end of the day-- just wanted to collapse.
He knew that he still had a long day of work ahead of him, and even though there were no more surgeries scheduled, he still could have something come up-- or if someone was brought into the trauma ward. When he was available, he worked in trauma. The rush was what really got him going, and there were so many stories he could tell from people that came in. That wasn't to say that being in trauma didn't come with heartache. There were always those who didn't survive their injuries. Avery sighed, debating if he wanted to walk around or not.