Life was good. But the mornings not so much. Waking up and having to get up was a daily agony he could do without. In that aspect Andy would rather have a late or a night shift. The first major decision of the day was the method of transportation. Would he take his car or a motorcycle?

Decisions, decisions, decisions. 

But it was nice to start the day with a decision that would have no real consequences. The moment he'd step into the hospital that would be different. For the simple reason putting on his motorcycle suit was an effort he didn't feel for doing right now, he chose for the car. With the roof down it would be an enjoyable drive, especially since there were few clouds in the sky and the sun was already up. He whistled, enjoying the feeling of wind blowing over his head. A few strands of hair escaped the elastic band that kept them together. 

After he parked in front of the hospital, he entered the emergency department. "Good morning everyone!" he said as he walked through the department. The enthusiasm in his voice showed nothing of his trouble with getting up in the morning, but he went straight to the coffee pot. Of course he had had some coffee at home, but before he started working he liked to drink a cup as well and talk a bit with his fellow doctors and the nurses. Unless of course there was an emergency.

It wasn't possible to predict what would happen, it could be anything ranging from stitching a cut, or dealing with a victim of a car crash. And the diversity was what appealed to him. But he was grateful that he could start the day with a cup of coffee as his colleague of the previous shift finished up her last patient of the night.