It wasn't all that strange to see people walk into a clinic -- generally, everyone needed help from time to time. George just wasn't expecting anyone to come around, which was probably his own fault for being lulled into some kind of rut when it came to his own clinic shift.

Other than births, scrapes and sunburns, things were generally low-key.

"Hey, Sarah," he said, giving her a smile as he got up, the rolling chair (Addison Montgomery's legacy, if that was to be believed) moving back half a foot. "How are you?"