Law is known to work hours. That's a fact. Day off? No such thing for him. He's been called in at times so early in the morning that no human being should have to get up at. Working late is just something he is used to as well. Day shifts can often turn into night shifts on a given day.
He is one of he best surgeons in Grand line City. Scratch that, he is the best surgeon in the city, and probably the city over. That's the popular opinion at least, so the lengthy time he spends at work is no surprise. Lord knowns when the last time he at something other than takr out. His kitchen is probably barren and dusty from lack of use.
25 and he's not getting any younger.
Graduated years before his fellow peers thanks to many nights of studying and his vast knowledge of science and mathematics and such, and started college soon after, goignt through all the necessary learning and training. Already having a natural skill for the medical field has helped, greatly.
Ah~! The days he would spent dissecting various small creatures he was able to get his young, chubby hands on. Good memories for him, not those poor critters. Now it's performing heart surgeries and transplants and emergency surgeries. So much more interesting than those mediocre experiments as a child.
The elevator dings and the metal doors slide open, breaking Law from his musings.
The young doctor saunters out of the enclosed space into a borderline narrow hallway that looks as if it has seen better days. Tacky lighting illuminates the otherwise dark hall. The surgeon reaches up a hand to rub his tired eyes. The watch on Law's wrist reads 3 in the morning.
A soft groan leaves the man's lips. He'll be lucky to get a few hours of sleep. Blearily, Law reaches into his back pocket for his keys and he just manages to get his apartment door open on the first try.
The door is pushed open with a squeak.
Law barely registers taking off his shoes and making it, some how, to his bed before he passes out.