Beau got up and followed Austin into the corridor. "Austin." He kept his voice low so he didn't wake any nearby patients but it was enough for Austin to still hear him. Beau wasn't the one with the hangover here, his pace was quicker than Austin's, so he caught up without needing to even run. "Come back. We're not done. And now I have to stick a needle in you somewhere else to finish the IV. It's New Year. No one should be drunk and alone on New Year. So, get your ass back into that bed and let me do what I do best. That sounded way dirtier out loud than in my head. I'm talking about doctoring," he clarified when he saw one of his shift nurse smirking at him from beyond the circular desk in the middle of the ward. One that wouldn't know Austin was his ex-husband because she had only been working at the hospital a couple of months. As far as she was concerned, Zander had been his other half and now they had called it quits with a resolve not to make it awkward because they worked together. He was really glad Zander wasn't on shift tonight.