It was cold and wet – the type of weather no one would want to be out in. Lucy Knight, however, was definitely a select few who would dare to face it. That, and maybe because she had promised to meet someone for dinner. She swore prettily, for she was pretty as the drunk teens called out to her in her passing flurry, and almost slipped on a patch of ice while running down the steps from the station. She was panting, cheeks flushed, when she finally slid up to her waiting company. His soft cough and the slight wince that followed made her frown. Her frown deepened as she spied him rubbing his sternum gingerly. She looked up, intending to apologise, but met an amused stare. She flushed from something that was definitely not from her rush and babbled an apology. A warm hand pulled at her own.

"It's okay, I get it. Your shift had Kerry, who made it hell, and made you stay longer than you're supposed to, and so made me wait longer that I should outside in this cold. Now, can we just go somewhere warm?" the childish plead – and the slightly distressing cough that seemed to rattle in the young man's chest – made Lucy pick up her pace. Jogging a little to catch up to the man's longer strides, she pressed her own warmth against his side. She smiled sweetly at him and wrapped her arm around his waist as he held her tighter to himself in turn. "Why, Lucy, I feel warmer already. Maybe we should just continue walking."

Lucy swatted at her companion playfully. "I'm freezing, John. How can you make a young lady like me walk around in the cold in just a lab coat?"

Her unspoken concern of him having waited too long out in the cold was somehow understood. He smiled fondly down at her and ushered them into the warm and cosy restaurant across from the Chicago Hospital's ambulance bay.