A/N: I know this is really short but as I have no song lyrics in this, and it's only a quickie half asleep writing on my phone notes thing, and only cause this idea is running away from me. I'm sorry. As usual I own nothing.


Michael was escorted to the infirmary to get his weekly dose of unneeded insulin, and to see Sara. He was sat in the room that they shared their minutes, and waited for Sara to show up.

Sara hummed her favourite song as she got the equipment for Michael's shot ready. She went into the room, humming still as she sat next to him. "Hey," she said.
"Hi," Michael replied, watching her fill the needle with insulin as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his heavily tattooed forearm. "That song, I know it... Puddle of Mudd, right?"
"Yeah," Sara said, surprised. "Yeah, I listened to it all the time when it came out. Got into it again recently."
"Yeah, me too," Michael said, smiling. "Know it off by heart, recognized the guitar solo as you walked in."
"Good memory," Sara chuckled. "Who'd you sing it about?"
"Simone Reilly," Michael said. "Dated for two weeks in college while she copied my notes from Advanced Math to use as cheatsheets for her final," he said.
"Med school. Harry Edwardson. Did almost the same thing," Sara laughed.
"Wow. We dated some pretty messed up people," Michael teased.
"That's not even all of my previous boyfriends," Sara shook her head, giving his shot. "All done. See you next week."