Liam held his hands up. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't meant to give you a fright. I've been trying to catch you for the better part of a week, but our rosters clashed completely. If you're not in the mood for company, I can come back another time. This is probably not the best topic for work anyway, in hindsight," he mumbled, raking his fingers through his hair. It was a stress habit. Lately, he felt like he was always stressed. It was saying something when he came to work for relief from the stress when he was a trauma surgeon. He knew how to work on fixing other people's pain, not his own.

"You look exhausted. No change on Jeremy?" Liam knew Nate's brother-in-law had been in the brain injury unit unconscious again. No one knew exactly what happened, but Jeremy had pressure on the brain where the initial injury was and he hadn't been doing well. There hadn't been surgical intervention, so Liam wasn't involved. All he knew was that Nate looked exhausted... and old for his age, like he was suddenly wearing all his emotions on his face, with no way to hide them. "You don't need my shit," he realised.