Brendon "The Shark" Park x Foc (Sammy)
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After a long term relationship that ended up in a painful breakup, Sammy left Pittsburgh for years. But she misses home so she returns as an ED attending at PTMC.
Warnings/Tags: Exes to lovers. HEA. Fluff. Angst. Additional warnings added as needed
Word Count: 13.9k+
Ongoing: 11/35
* = Mature
Chapter One: The Return
Chapter Two: Signed
Chapter Three: Still Here
Chapter Four: See You Around
Chapter Five: Show Respect
Chapter Six: Stuck
Chapter Seven: Drive Home
Chapter Eight: Budget
Chapter Nine: Reminder
Chapter Ten: Coffee
Chapter Eleven: Call
Oneshots
Stress Relief [Ao3] (Coming out August 25)
18+, MDNI, piv
Set After the series.
Park is in a mood and is making it everyone's problem. Sammy has a solution for when they get home.
Word Count: ?
Oh, please stay 'til the taste of your love turns sour
I don't wanna let go, let go
'Cause I've been tryna
Hold on for so long
I feel like I'm lost without a trace
Take my heart and run away
She said, "I've been looking for a lasting lover"
To save me, save me
From every single
Heartache, heartache
I feel like I'm lost without a trace
Take my heart and run away
She said, "I've been looking for a lover"
So let me know
Did we ever mean anything at all?
So let me know
Did we ever mean anything at all?
I feel like I'm lost without a trace
Take my heart and run away
She said, "Didn't hurt me"
Ooh, I feel like I'm lost without a trace
Take my heart and run away
She said, "I've been looking for a lasting lover"
Songwriter:
I've been looking for a lasting lover
Oh, and I've been looking for a lasting lover
Andrew Van Wyngarden / Benjamin Goldwasser / Bruce Fielder / Corey James Sanders / James Arthur / Lewis Capaldi / Luke Fitton
SongFacts:
"Lasting Lover" is a song by British DJ Sigala and British singer and songwriter James Arthur. It was also written by Scottish singer-songwriter Lewis Capaldi, best known for his hit song “Someone You Loved.” It was released on September 4, 2020 by Ministry of Sound to digital retailers and streaming platforms. The song interpolates “Time to Pretend” by indie pop and rock band MGMT. It reached number 10 on the UK Singles Chart and the top 10 on the US Dance/Electronic Songs Chart.
The song was nominated in the “Most Performed International Work” category at the 2022 APRA Music Awards.
I don't know why I can't quite
Get you out my sight
You're always just behind
You're stored across my mind
Keep crawling back to where we last
Left our love on hold
I'm always out for more
So what you waiting for?
Wait, before you burn me to the ground
Please stay till the beat of our heart runs out
I don't wanna let go, let go
'Cause I've been tryna hold on for so long
I feel like I'm lost without a trace
Take my heart and run away
She said, "I've been looking for a lasting lover"
Save me, save me
From every single heartache, heartache
I feel like I'm lost without a trace
Take my heart and run away
She said, "I've been looking for a lasting lover"
Brendon "The Shark" Park x Foc (Sammy)
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Series summary: After a long term relationship that ended up in a painful breakup, Sammy left Pittsburgh for years. But she misses home so she returns as an ED attending at PTMC. Exes to lovers. HEA. Fluff and Angst. Additional warnings added as needed
Chapter Summary: Sammy arrives to her hotel, She needs a job a place to stay that isn't a hotel, and to absolutely not think about her Ex.
Word Count: 1,098
Sammy dropped her luggage inside the door, the hotel key held tightly in her hand. She let out a sigh as she spotted the queen bed before her. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into it. The seventeen hour flight was too much. She hadn't remembered it being so horrible the way there, but she had felt restless the entire way back to Pittsburgh. She locked the door behind her she moved into the bathroom to shower.
When she was done, she pulled on her oversized Pittsburgh Penguins t-shirt and pj shorts. She flopped onto the bed like a starfish with a groan. She lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort. After a few minutes, she threw her brown hair into a bun, then pulled out her phone to send a quick text to her mom. Arrived and Safe. She was sure she would receive a stupid message about how she should have just stayed at her parents' house. No way in hell was she going to do that.
She lay on the bed, staring at her contacts.
It was funny how life had turned out. She hadn't expected to be restarting her life again. She had been with Henry for three fucking years. She really had thought maybe they'd get married; she didn't think that was beyond expectations after so long.
Not after Brendon.
Her chest tightened thinking about it. She had hoped Egypt would provide her with the clarity moving forward. But turns out she just felt as confused. A state she felt like she was constantly in, no matter what choice she made. She hadn't even told anyone but her family that she was returning. Just in case she chickened out and changed her mind.
Back in Pittsburgh, a place she had missed with all of her heart, but it didn't dull the confusion. Should she even be here? She had fled here all those years ago, barely been back in the nine years she had been away. Hell, her stuff was still in Vermont in storage.
She had moved on once before she could do it again.
Maybe.
Her brown eyes scanned the contacts. People she hadn't talked to for the year she was away. Maybe she should have made a game plan on the plane. She had slept most of the ride and had felt like she wanted to vomit the minute she realized she was returning.
Ok. She needed a place to stay. She needed a job. Those two things were necessary. She couldn't afford to live in a hotel, and there was no way she was going to live with her sister or her parents.
She scrolled through her contacts, finally landing on the Rs. Hovering her thumb over Robby.
Just do it.
She hit the number and placed the phone to her ear, listening to the rings. With every passing ring, she debated if she should just hang up. Looking over at the clock on the bedside table, 9pm.
"Sam?" Robby's familiar voice emanated through the phone.
"Hey,"
"Haven't heard from you for a while,"
"I know," Sammy couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had to admit, she had missed Robby. Hell, she had even missed Jack, not that she'd ever tell him that. "Don't try to guilt trip me, Robinavitch. I've been in Egypt."
"No guilt trip, kid, just didn't expect you to randomly call."
Sammy got off the bed, pacing the room before she finally settled, looking out the window. High on the thirteenth floor, looking out towards the city. "Are you busy?"
"For you," he made a sound, "Never."
"I'm thinking of coming back to Pittsburgh," She paused. Why was she even bothering? Why was she lying? "I mean, I'm already here."
"Already? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Honestly? I thought I might chicken out," She moved back to the bed and flopped down. "Anyway, I gotta get a job and an apartment."
"And you wanna know if anywhere has any openings?"
"ppplleeeaasssee,"
"Well," he paused. She knew he was thinking, and she wasn't sure if that was a good sign. "I don't know if you would be interested."
Sammy sat up quickly, her heart pounding. "Tell me," she demanded.
"Well. We are looking for a day attending."
"at PTMC?"
"Yeah," she didn't miss the way it was huffed out.
"Finally admitting you need help, old man?"
"Hey now," he warned lightly, making her laugh.
But her stomach twisted. What if Brendon was still there? What if he were still working? Last time she had seen him before she had transferred to Vermont, a blonde woman with the shortest dress one could manage while still being called decent had been wrapped around him in the elevator to his condo. He hadn't even noticed her when she had watched the doors close. Knowing forever that what they had was over. Had he moved on?
"W-who's still there?"
"Jack,"
Sammy rolled her eyes. Of course, Jack was still there; that was a given, as if that man would ever leave. Much like Robby, he'd have to be dead first. "That's it?"
"Kid, I don't remember who you know or don't know."
She couldn't ask about Brendon; Robby would want to know why. He'd dig deeper, and that was the last thing she needed. She had managed to keep Robby in the dark the first time, but she wasn't about to expose her previous relationship ten years later. He should be gone, right? There was no way he was still at PTMC. He was probably in some private practice where all the sportspeople go.
"Oh," she cleared her throat. "I miss Jack too," She said, picking at imaginary lint on her shirt.
"Well, don't tell him that, it'll go to his head. I'll send you the information, just don't mention we know each other well."
Sammy frowned, "Wouldn't that help me?"
"Way less than you think."
After getting a few more details from him, they hung up, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She moved, pulling out her laptop from her carry on bag. Opening it up and connecting to the wifi.
She hovered over the keyboard before typing in his name. Brendon Park. She was about to hit enter. But she couldn't bring herself to push the key. Staring at the name. Shaking her head, she finally clicked exit, closing it quickly. She didn't need to look him up; she didn't need to know who he was anymore.
Putting it away and crawling into bed, hoping to fall asleep. She wouldn't think about him.
Brendon "The Shark" Park x Foc (Sammy)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev, Next
Summary: He offers (demands) to give her a drive home to prevent a commute in the rain.
Word Count: 1,270
Fuck. Sammy hadn't planned for rain. She could settle for an Uber, but it felt like a waste of money. She stood just inside the door of chairs, watching the rain hit, trying to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to face. Buttoning her jean jacket up as best she could before pushing herself out into the shitty weather.
She stood outside, standing at the bus as the rain and wind whipped around. Dealing with poor decisions. Standing there, trying to see if there were any buses down the street. All she wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed after a nice, long shower.
A black sports car revved down the road, making Sammy roll her eyes, people and their loud ass cars to annoy everyone around them. She frowned as the car slid up into the bus lane, coming to a stop in front of her. She frowned as she stared at the tinted windows of the car that sat there in front of her. Douchebag, she shook her head in disgust.
The window slowly lowered, allowing her to finally get a glimpse inside. She went to yell at the person to get out of the lane, finding the familiar face of Brendon seriously glaring at her.
"Get your ass in," he said, as they made eye contact.
The way he said it made her bristle. She glared at him, the way he said it as if he knew better, like she needed to do what he wanted. He thought he could tell her what to do? With that attitude, she would rather stand in the rain than get in.
"No," she said, crossing her arms. She tried to make it like she was pushing everything down, but she was cold, and her jacket was heavy.
His own annoyance flashed across his face as he looked at her. He watched her as she was being pelted by rain. He clearly looked like he thought she was the most ridiculous person he had met. Maybe he wasn't wrong.
"Get the fuck in," he called through the rain again. She looked down the street, still no bus in sight. She turned back to Brendon, who looked just as stubborn as she felt. She knew he'd refuse to move even if the bus did come.
Fuck it.
She moved, opening the stupid sports car door, in true sports car fashion, being the most annoying thing to climb into. She threw her bag at her feet. She slammed the door closed, and he wasted no time pulling out into traffic as if he owned the road, as she buckled herself in. "Your car is stupid, impractical, and something douchebags have."
"Anything else?" he asked in a steady voice, watching the road ahead of him. One hand on the steering wheel, looking too at ease.
"No," she huffed, pushing her wet hair out of her face and unbuttoning the waterlogged jean jacket that was weighing her down and sticking to her. Trying to get out of the damn thing with a few grunts, she succeeded, letting it plop at her feet. She then moved to turn her seat on and turn up the heat in the car.
Brendon might run hot, but she sure as hell didn't.
"Where are you staying now?" he asked as they paused at a red light. "Parents?"
"Hell no," she shook her head as she was still fiddling with the dials. "I got a new place."
He detached his phone from the stand and placed it in her lap, maps already loaded. "Address."
Sammy huffed, pushing her wet hair out of her face. She looked at him quickly, eyeing the way he was so at ease. Like their elevator conversation where she had aired what felt like the worst secrets hadn't happened, like he hadn't confessed to her he'd missed her. It felt like it had all those years ago, easy and comfortable, before everything had turned.
She turned away to take his phone and quickly typed the address in. "This isn't an invitation to pop over whenever you feel like it."
"Wouldn't even have thought about it," but he flashed her an annoyingly charming smirk that she hated and enjoyed. There had to be something wrong with her. She placed the device back on the holder for him.
"Of course now," she replied. The little liar he was. As if he wasn't the one who had scheduled most of the dates in their early years. Impromptu studying sessions had filled most of the first year of dating. It had been him who would get her home safely on the rare occasion they went out with other people. He had always made sure she was safe and fed. Loved.
They sat in silence; he hadn't even turned his music on like a psychopath. He usually had the music so loud that your eardrums vibrated, and she would turn it down with a glare. The ride to her place wasn't long, fifteen minutes or so. Her leg bounced the whole damn way. Every so often, she would look at him as he was there just existing peacefully, no awkwardness on his face. Like it was normal to drive your ex home.
She turned to look out the window as scenery passed by quickly, and the rain hit fast. Fuck. This somehow felt both off putting and normal.
But they hadn't talked since the elevator days ago. How was she supposed to pretend that he hadn't said he had missed her, or that she had confessed that feeling she had felt before she left him? Or the fact that she had outright admitted to missing him herself.
"I meant it, you know," she fidgeted in her seat, trying hard not to face him, keeping her eyes on the road. "What I said."
"The part where you called me a douchebag? Or the part where you called my car stupid and impractical." She could hear the humour in his voice, and she knew he was smiling, but she refused to look.
"All that too," but she felt nervous elaborating further. What was she supposed to say? That she felt like the breakup had been a mistake and that they could have worked it out differently? How she felt like he had loved her so much that he had damaged her beyond repair when it felt like the love was taken away? The entire time she was with Henry, she thought about how much she had missed him, but tried to go through the motions of life without him.
She could sense his gaze; every so often, he would look to her before returning to the road. He always knew when she needed time to gather herself. He pulled up to her building, parked the car, and waited for her.
"I do," she shook her head. She hated being vulnerable. She felt the tears start to form. "I do miss you."
There was silence that followed. Just fucking silence as they sat in this horrible car with the engine humming. She finally took the chance, looking at him. But he was already looking at her with an expression she didn't know how to read.
"Me too," his voice was steady with a confidence that made her heart ache.
"Thank you for the ride."
"Always," he didn't even hesitate. She nodded, grabbed her bag and soaked jacket before climbing out of the awkward car. She got into the building and watched as he waited until he knew she was fully inside the front door before he pulled away.
Brendon "The Shark" Park x Foc (Sammy)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev, Next
Summary: Trying to solve the ED crisis when they favour the ex.
Word Count: 1,017
Sammy stood with her hands on her hips, staring at Gloria in frustration. Also fuck Robby for convincing her to go and do this. She had told him that Baran was more likely to get results than she was, but he had talked her into it with a long, boring argument about "coordinated effort" and how it would go better if all of them were on the same page. Sure, Robby. Sammy didn't see Jack or Shen in here, though admittedly, they might make the situation worse.
Coordinated effort? Sure, Robby. Aka, they continue to annoy Gloria until something gets done. So far, nothing had been achieved.
"Gloria, I think if you look at my projections-"
Gloria shook her head, clearly tired of hearing the same argument for the third time. "There's no room in the budget; we can't afford that right now."
Sammy huffed, "But it's necessary! The mental health of staff is failing, and if staff don't feel safe-"
"I will look at it another time, Dr. Jackson," Gloria said, directing Sammy out of the office. "I have another meeting; we can discuss this another time."
Sammy nodded; she knew when she was being dismissed. Sammy grabbed her bag, which she had thrown in the chair when she had gotten in. She headed out with Gloria, wishing her goodbye and good day before closing the door behind her. Clearly indicating she would not be allowed back in for any reason.
Now that the adrenaline had worn off, she needed to sit down. She headed down the hall towards the elevators, sitting down on one of the random waiting chairs. She slumped forward, her head in her hands, as she waited for her body to calm down.
She ignored the sound of the elevator opening and the movement beside her. But the person stopped in front of her, causing her to look at the shoes. She shook her head with a sigh. It was Brendon.
"There's an on-call room on surgical if you need to crash." Brendon's voice was low as he stood beside her, just close enough for only her to hear.
Sammy looked up, confused. She looked him over, finding his laptop in his hand. "What are you doing here? No surgeries?"
Brendon gave a shake of his head, "meeting."
"Meeting?"
He nodded, "We have one every few weeks." He said as if it was no big deal. It was normal for him to meet with the chief of medicine, as if it were any other day. Yeah, Sammy figured that would make sense when you were the hospital's moneymaker.
"So they can kiss your ass?"
Brendon gave her a smug smile that she didn't know if she wanted to hit or kiss off of him. Her insides turned, fucking handsome jerk. "Basically," he said. "Usually means a VIP is coming in and I have to prepare for it."
Sammy scoffed. Money maker indeed. No wonder Princess had told her that this place was always considered a potential ortho center. With Brendon at the helm, they probably expected to make millions.
"Of course it does," Sammy shook her head. Here she was having to go back downstairs and inform Robby she had been unsuccessful. Not that she suspected he would have predicted any different. All in the team work. She wondered who would have to be sent next. "Meanwhile, I have to try to convince her for security, nurses, and essentials."
Brendon made a sound as if he had heard her; Sammy suspected it was meant as some form of sympathy. But that smug ass smirk was back, and his body held confidence she had always envied. He began to move down the hallway toward Gloria's door.
"Well," he turned, giving a shrug, "not everyone can take VIPs"
"Jerk!" she called as he continued to walk. His hand went up to acknowledge her, but he didn't turn around. He got to Gloria's office door and knocked once before it was opened immediately.
"Dr. Park. Welcome." The tone was friendly and appreciative, Sammy couldn't help but roll her eyes. Truly ridiculous.
She got in the elevator and headed down to the ED. She made her way towards the hub and found Baran there, who looked up from what she was doing as Sammy approached.
They exchanged a quick hug before Sammy pulled away, slamming the files on the desk harder than she had intended.
"If Robby ever asks me to do this again, I'm going to kill him," She said as she put her bag down, pulling out her water bottle and placing it on the desk.
"It didn't go well, I take it," Baran said, a frown and concern on her face.
"No," Sammy tossed her bag under the desk. "She didn't even open the file. How far did you get?"
"She opened it," Baran confirmed, with a shake of her head. "But nothing more than a glance at one chart before she closed it."
"Oh, great," Sammy replied sarcastically. "So, is there any point in trying? If they're just going to keep brushing us off."
"Don't get discouraged." Baran turned off the computer she was working on, then grabbed a tablet from the charger. "We just have to find the right angle."
"I guess," Sammy huffed. She grabbed her water and took a sip. "Too bad they favour ortho."
"Maybe we just need someone from ortho on our side, who can plead our case."
Sammy froze. Oh God, did Baran know something? She was perceptive; had she noticed something between her and Brendon? Even if Sammy couldn't name whatever it was herself. "I doubt any of them would; they're all assholes."
"Sammy," Baran chided, giving a smile, though.
"I call it like I see it. But for now, I think we might have to cool it and wait. Some VIP is coming in, and they'll be focused on what that money can bring."
"Perfect, we'll look at it again in a few weeks then,"
Sammy nodded, grabbing her stethoscope from her bag, getting ready to join Baran for the rounds with the residents.
Brendon "The Shark" Park x Foc (Sammy)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev, Next
warnings: please forgive medical inaccuracies <3
Summary: Park likes to send interns who annoy him to do consults.
Word Count: 1,162
She had spent her three days off hunting for a new place to live, finding a decent apartment on the bus line. Thankfully, Jack resisted sleeping; she had managed to drag him to help her tour before final approval. The ability to have an apartment secured next month made her feel lighter. Only a few more weeks, and she wouldn't be living out of a damn hotel. Both Jack and Robby had offered their place, but she hated to impose and loved having a space for herself.
A new day in the ED; she had tried to start the day off on a positive note. She knew the mood would tank through the shift, but she figured it was worth a try.
Robby was off for the day, but she fully suspected he would pop in at random. Hopefully, he was teaching today and actually keeping busy.
She did hand off with Shen, going through rotations before sending all the residents and students off for their assignments.
Dana had the phone to her ear, listening before she turned to Sammy as she approached. "Trauma incoming, crush injury."
"Cool," Sammy said, looking around and spotting Javadi sitting at the desk. "Hey, why don't you hop in?"
The younger woman looked up, shocked, "uh- me?"
"Yeah, you," Sammy smiled. "Common, it'll be fun,"
Javadi moved away from the computer, fixing her hoodie as she moved around the hub to join. "You and I have a different definition of fun."
The patient was wheeled into trauma one. A beautiful dance as everyone worked in sync. Every so often, Sammy asked Javadi questions to test her knowledge, giving the younger woman a smile every time. Vermont hadn't been a teaching hospital, but she remembered what it had felt like to have questions thrown her way when she was working.
"Princess, can you page Garcia?"
"On it," Princess responded. Sammy nodded as they continued to work. X-ray was taken. Crush injury for sure. Fucking hell. Princess huffed, hanging the phone up. "She's in the OR."
"Shit," Sammy looked at the patient's leg, concerned. It shouldn't wait. She couldn't let it. The longer they waited, the more dangerous it would be. "Call Ortho, it's a crush injury."
Princess nodded. Sammy tried to ignore Princess chatting to whoever was on the phone while she focused on keeping the patient stable. Ten minutes later, a younger man entered the room, looking fresh as a daisy.
Oh no. Sammy sighed. They sent her a fucking intern.
"Hi,"
"Hi, ma'am."
"You're the ortho consult?"
"Yes, ma'am." This kid was scrawny and tall, looking nervous. Sammy could see his hand shaking. "Uh, let's look at it."
Sammy nodded in affirmation, waiting and watching the intern as he looked at the leg. Sammy couldn't help but shoot a look at Javadi, who looked just as confused and shocked.
"What do you think?" Sammy asked, turning back to the intern. Did Brendon do this on purpose? She swore she was going to kill him.
"I'm going to send pictures-"
"No." Sammy couldn't stop herself from saying it, shaking her head. She almost felt bad about how high the intern jumped. "Absolutely not." Sammy wanted to scream. Brendon should be here himself, not sending students to her unprepared. "Who's your attending?"
"Dr Park, ma'am."
Oh yeah, he fucking did it on purpose. Petty asshole. "Go back to Dr Park and inform him he needs to get his ass down here."
"I-I can't, ma'am."
The intern looked ready to cry. That was why Brendon sent him, Sammy realized. He was annoying. Well, guess what, jerk.
"You can and you will." She said firmly, "Tell him Dr Jackson says he's to get his ass down here, or I will come up there and drag his ass down here myself." She studied the intern, "Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes, ma'am." The man scurried; Sammy had to admit he moved fast. She was slightly impressed.
"Javadi, you probably won't want to be here for this," She gave the younger woman a smile. "Everyone might want to run for the hills," Sammy added to the room.
"I don't think so," Javadi responded, her eyes wide before she escaped out the door. Sammy waited; she knew it wouldn't be long unless he was in surgery. Ensuring the patient remained stable as she waited. Sure enough, ten minutes passed, and suddenly the air shifted. The nurses were out of the room so fast she felt like she had blinked and they were gone. She caught Princess's eye, who looked worried, but Sammy just gave a nod.
"You can't order around my interns, Jackson." Brendon's voice cut through the room.
"I can and I will," Sammy shot back. "Sending an intern who doesn't know shit and who isn't prepared." She moved to meet him, staring him down. Refusing to look away even as he towered over her. "I'm not calling for nothing. Show me some respect."
"He should know what he's doing."
"You should ensure he's prepared."
She wasn't sure how long they stood there, glaring at each other. Anger on his face. A type of anger that Sammy was so used to. Both of them breathed heavily, trying to regulate themselves. She didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to her lips. She almost pointed it out. She knew that fucking look. Many arguments like this had occurred, often petty, and ended with them pressed against each other.
He seemed to be thinking the same thing because as soon as the look was there, it passed. He stepped back, as if he remembered he was at work and a professional.
"I'm here now,"
Sammy nodded, moving aside to allow him to approach the patient. Answering his questions as he examined them.
The door opened not long after, Garcia entering casually, "Got tied up." Sammy wanted to roll her eyes. Everyone didn't want to impose on this man's time. Money maker indeed.
"I'm here already," Brendon replied casually. Finally, he stood up, looking at Sammy. "We will take them up. I'll get the OR prepped."
Sammy nodded, looking back at him. She wanted to touch him, the memories of late nights, kisses, and being tangled in the sheets. Sammy fucking missed him, and it was hard to pretend she hadn't. He was looking at her in a way that made her know she knew he was thinking it too.
"Thank you," She said, as she maintained eye contact.
"Don't thank me," he replied. He nodded to Garcia, and moving towards the trauma door, calling for support as they moved the gurneys' handles. He was out the door, without so much as a look back, as the patient was being prepared for transport.
"What was that about?" Princess asked, confused as she worked.
"No idea," Sammy replied, giving a shrug, hopefully appearing as nonchalant as she could. Pushing the interaction away from her mind as she moved to continue the rest of the day.
