Post Work Munch [open]
His attention to where he was going was completely lost to him. There was so much going through his mind, mainly on his day and all the studying he now had to do. His panic on his way home turned straight into pure terror as he realized how soon his first exam would be. There was such little time to him. Why had he decided to become a doctor again? He couldn’t fucking remember. Oh. Right. He wanted to help people.
Right.
Even through all his stress, Fabian still couldn’t stop himself from sighing in resolution. There was still a few hours left until he actually had to fall asleep again for an early morning. With some quick food, hopefully the guys left something for him in the fridge, he’d be able to get some studying in. He was doing well in the module part of his schedule, not his best but it was still early and he usually did find that it took a little bit to settle back into the studious mindset that he adopted during the term.
He pulled his bag around to his side, hand digging for keys, when he caught a whiff of food. His stomach clenched in agony. When had he eaten last? Instead of heading the left to his street, Fabian trudged across the street and entered the small restaurant, tucking his keys into his hoodie pocket. He debated a moment on whether or not he wanted to grab and go, ultimately deciding that he needed food as soon as possible and walking home before eating would just be too long.
So he let himself be seated, the hostess questioning him on his scrubs attire. A menu was in front of him as soon as she walked away, a small note about how pretty the girl was—though it faded as soon as his eyes caught onto the menu. His stomach growled once more and he grimaced.