Overworked

    "Um, Arias? You stayed up all night did you?" Xenox asked as the doctor walked pass him. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and he didn't look as happy as he usually is. Not to mention the messy hair and the bags underneath his eyes. He wasn't a pretty sight.

    "I'm fine," Arias said, his words slurring a bit in his fatigue, "just had some fffucking nightmares and shit."

    Swearing. Arias rarely swears.

    "You're not fine, you need to take a day off," Xenox said, grabbing Arias's arm and pulling him back, causing the coffee to spill a bit on his clothes. "Elena will take care of the patients today, just go back to sleep okay?" Xenox tried his best to sound as kind as possible. It was completely out of character to lower his voice in a calm way but he felt like yelling would make it a lot worse, judging from his past experiences with Arias.

    "I'm FINE," Arias snapped anyway, trying to jerk his arm away from Xenox. The taller man let go, though very reluctantly. "Thank you for caring but I just need a few more minutes to clean up and I'll look like I usually do. I'm fine, Xenox." Arias said, brushing his hair out of his face before chugging the coffee down in one go.

    "But-," Xenox couldn't finish his sentence as he was handed the "#1 Doctor" mug.

    "Take this back to the kitchen and go wake up your brother if you want someone to play with," Arias said as he fixed himself up, patting down his hair, cleaning his clothes with magic and seemingly wiping away the bags underneath his eyes like it was all make up. He looked almost presentable if it wasn't for his rotten morning mood. He'll put on a smile when he gets to his patients, he didn't feel like wasting any unnecessary energy.

    "How many days have you stayed up all night?" Xenox asked in a low mumble, not really intending for Arias to hear.

    "'Bout a month. It's nothing, I've stayed up longer." Arias waved his hand in dismissal, "see you at dinner."