You were tired.

The bags under your eyes could be labeled Gucci and Prada at this point. Even Dr. Bailey had noticed that you were looking a little ragged, to put it lightly. "I'm taking you off the service rotation right now. Go home and get some sleep. You've scrubbed in on a couple surgeries back to back all day today. Have the interns take care of your patients." You tried to protest but closed your mouth, sighing and turning towards the locker room.

Happy Monday.

As soon as you were out of Bailey's view, however, you took off for the all-too-familiar on-call room that you were sneaking naps in between surgeries for the last day and a half. Another night at the hospital wouldn't hurt - it's not like you had anything particularly interesting waiting for you at home. You had left your boyfriend behind in Chicago when you were offered residency at Seattle Grace and you wouldn't see him until later this week when he came out to visit. Not that he particularly bothered to talk to you regularly anyway. Sharply turning the doorknob to the on-call room, you were ready to collapse on the nearest bed.

However, someone was already occupying said bed.

"What's going on, is everything okay?" George mumbled sleepily as he rubbed his eyes, squinting at the light streaming in from the open door. You shook your head, closing the door behind you and flicking on the lamp on a nearby table. George groaned and slapped his palms over his eyes, struggling to adjust to the light.

"I need to take a nap."

"Shouldn't you be going home?"

"I could ask the same of you, O'Malley." You knew he had been scheduled the same as you, assisting on multiple surgeries back to back.

"Aren't there other rooms with beds? I'm already here." George flipped on his side, burrowing his head into the pillow in a failed attempt to deter you from pushing further.

"I'm trying to avoid Bailey. She's still here and I was supposed to leave the hospital. So slide over, O'Malley." George's head shot up at your bold demand.

"W-what?"

"You heard me. Slide over."

You didn't give him much of a choice as you shut the light off, kicked off your shoes and pulled back the covers, forcing him to roll over towards the wall. With a great effort, you climbed into the bed, head heavy as it dropped onto the pillow. George tried to keep a respectful amount of space between you two but it was nearly impossible considering the width of the bed compared to two grown adults. He surrendered the pillow, propping his head up on his arm and turning to face the wall.

"Goodnight, O'Malley," you said, closing your eyes.

"Yeah. Good night."

Sleep came quickly for you - you couldn't say the same for George but you weren't conscious to notice.

Your alarm vibrated under the pillow a few hours later and you felt a heavy weight on top of you as you tried to move. Oh great. Sleep paralysis? you thought as you stared at the ceiling. Suddenly realizing that you could move your limbs, you looked down to see a mass on top of your torso. Suddenly realizing that it was George, you let out a deep breath. He shifted and you used that motion to gently slip out from under him, repositioning his head from your chest to the pillow you had stolen from him in the night.

"Hey," he mumbled as your weight shifting on the bed woke him up.

"Hey yourself," you responded, adjusting your scrubs and blindly looking for your shoes in the dark.

"What time is it?"

"Early. I'm going to go shower. You've still got some time."

"I don't wanna be weird, but that was the best nap I've ever taken."

"Go back to sleep, O'Malley."

You don't know if he even heard you - he immediately started snoring again. You couldn't help but smile as you slipped on your shoes and watched George's chest rising and falling in the dim light coming in through the blinds. In your short time at Seattle Grace, you two had grown fond of each other. You had a prickly exterior when it came to the other residents but O'Malley managed to keep you from losing your cool most times. Sure, you were the newbie and the other residents tended to treat you like one of the interns, but that didn't take away from your skills as a surgeon. You and Meredith clashed, so by extension it was hard to get along with Cristina, and Alex seemed to be combative with everyone in general besides Isobel who was MIA as it was.

George also had his fair share of problems at the hospital, from being called 007 to having a nasty divorce with Dr. Torres and failing his intern exam and being left behind for a while. You could sympathize with him because he, too, had to work twice as hard to show that he was just as good as the rest of the residents. Maybe it was too early to be calling anyone here a friend, but you could see something there with George. He had always given you the benefit of the doubt.

You rushed to your locker, pulling out your shower supplies before going to get ready for the next day.