Kurt rubbed his eyes as he pushed his glasses up onto his forehead. Yawning widely he grabbed the coffee pot and groaned in frustration upon finding it empty. These double shifts were killing him. He was no kid anymore. The days of med school and residency when he had seemed to have boundless energy were behind him and the days of needing a good nine hours of sleep a night had taken their place.

"Dr. Hummel?" Kurt turned to find the night nurse holding out a chart with a sympathetic smile on her face. "You have another patient in room six. Looks like an ear infection and possibly strep. Dad says there is a history of ear infections."

"Thanks, Lisa. Did you get a throat culture," Kurt asked, while quickly perusing the chart after settling his glasses back into place.

"Not yet, I was waiting for your go ahead," Lisa replied

Kurt nodded as he headed toward the door of the break room. "Come on in after a minute to get a swab. I trust your judgment if you think it looks like strep."

He finished reading the information in his hand quickly as he headed in the direction of the exam rooms. Three year old girl, temp of 102.7, long history indeed of both ear infections and strep for one so young. What was this? He stopped walking momentarily with eyebrows raised in interest as he read the next piece of information. Responsible party: Blaine Anderson, Father. No mother or partner listed. It wasn't often that he dealt with single fathers, especially ones that filled out the hospital forms with a complete knowledge of their child's medical history. He felt an inexplicable rise of excitement at the thought of meeting this man but then quickly shook his head is if to clear it of the thought. It's not like he could strike up a friendship or anything, he was dealing with a patient. It was just nice to know that he wasn't alone. Sometimes he felt like the only single dad out there.