Facing The Memories
This is my new fanfic. It will only be three of four chapters, most of which are already written! This first chapter is mainly about Nick and I hope it won't be too boring for you! Please give a review and tell me what you think, whether good or bad :) Enjoy!
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A bitter sweet return. That's how it felt to Nick as he stepped into his hotel room, his home for the next couple of weeks. It wasn't the extravagance and luxury of the United States but he wasn't too disconcerted with it. He placed his luggage, which consisted of one large suitcase, a small bag of hand luggage and a leather briefcase, down in the corner of the room and stepped back to study the room, taking in every detail. His eyes were drawn towards the window which pretty much spanned the whole of the wall. He wandered over towards it and admired the view. Sure, it wasn't quite the city panorama he was accustomed to back in Michigan but to Nick, the Holby scape was special. He had moulded his career in this very city. He had met some inspirational people and Nick was in no doubt that without them, he wouldn't be where he was today.
However, although it was special it still held some painful memories. Memories that Nick knew he would have to confront on this brief visit. In all honestly, that was the main reason for coming back. He had promised Diana, Yvonne's mother, that he'd keep in contact and visit when he could. That promise, Nick regretted to admit, had been broken. In the two years he'd been away, he hadn't returned to see Diana and he'd only called her twice. However, the thing Nick felt most guilty about was leaving Yvonne. His decision to leave Holby for Michigan hadn't been taken lightly and at the fore front of his mind was Yvonne. For the first few months after her death, Nick had felt as if he'd just abandoned her. He hated the fact that he couldn't go and put flowers on her grave or just sit and talk to her but Nick knew that staying in Holby would be agony for him.
He sighed as he backed away from the window. He reached down towards his briefcase and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up brightly as he searched through his messages. He smiled as he saw all the texts that him and Zoe had shared over the past few months. They'd still remained great friends, Nick made sure of that. They'd been through too much over the years to lose touch with each other. He gave another smile at the thought of seeing his best friend again. Nick hadn't actually told Zoe that he was coming over to England. He had wanted to make it a complete surprise and Nick was pretty certain that it would be just that. In fact, he hadn't let anyone except Diana know.
Zoe had made sure to keep Nick in the loop while he was away. She'd filled him in on every little detail of the happenings in the ED, from new staff to changes in the way certain procedures were carried out. Of course, this information was met with a seal of approval from Nick or a shake of the head. He knew only too well of the issues that Zoe was facing as the new clinical lead and he was always on hand to offer any valuable pieces of advice the he had accumulated over the years. He knew that Zoe was grateful for this. It was clear that when she first started, Zoe was extremely unsure of herself, unsure of her ability to deal with this new role that demanded so much of her time. Frequently, Nick had had Zoe crying down the phone and at those moments, he'd wished that he was with her to comfort and help her. Apart from work though, Nick was well aware that Zoe was happy and content. Zoe had informed him that in the past few months, she'd met someone. A guy called Max, his occupation a porter. Nick was surprised at first at this development. He had imagined Zoe being with someone who was more at her level professionally. This didn't mean that Nick wasn't happy for Zoe though. Far from it. He was overjoyed that Zoe had found someone whom she was happy with. Max sounded a decent guy and it was clear that he thought the world of her. That was all that mattered to Nick.
It wasn't that late in the evening but Nick had most certainly had a long day. The flight from his apartment in Detroit, a city in Michigan, to London Heathrow had taken just over 8 hours. On top of that, he'd taken a hire car from Heathrow airport to his hotel in Holby which had taken around 2 hours. By the time he arrived, it had just gone 7pm and the light had begun to fade. The long journey had tired Nick out and he decided the best idea was to grab a bite to eat in the hotel restaurant and then have an early night, ready to visit Diana in the morning.