Arizona

"Have you seen Eliza? I mean Minnick?" I hurry to correct myself but not before earning some raised eyebrows from Jackson.

That's the thing about dating the hospital's public enemy number one I thought wryly- no one is ever going to help me find my girlfriend. Although it doesn't help that no one knew she was my girlfriend, a fact I hated myself for all the time.

"No" Avery responded with carefully forced indifference, not even deigning to consider Eliza worthy of more than one word.

The feeling of animosity was shared by the majority of my colleagues, my friends. The new resident programme had incited all out war and the main casualty was Webber. An inspiration to all it was no surprise people had his back. And of course, I support him too, he was a rock for me through every second of the custody trial hell. I know it would hurt him to think I was even friends with her. Yet little did he know last night I was with his rival her legs wrapped round my ….

"No one's seen her, and her name isn't down on the board".

Oh April, although no fan of Minnick either, you could always rely on her benevolence to all people to ensure she'd consider the question.

By that point they'd lost interest, the whereabouts of the woman they loathed of little concern, her apparent absence if anything a cause for celebration. That just left me, the only person in this place who could possibly care about Eliza. It was up to me to find her.

If you'd have told me a month ago I'd be consumed with worry for the overly confident newcomer I'd have laughed. Even beyond her professional controversy I definitely did not see this coming. God she'd irritated me so much. Yeah, she had a very sexy something something going on, but her barging into my ORs and walking round like she owned the place soon extinguished any thoughts like that. Every time I saw her she'd throw me this smirk, the kind that said she was clearly picturing me naked her having her wicked way with me. But when I spoke to her she was more than I expected. She was funny and sweet. And maybe she could justify that smirk because she was skilled. That girl has skills. Her tongue managed to unravel me in ways that should be illegal.

I also got to see that the confidence I'd found so grating wasn't quite as I'd thought. In those quiet moments sat with her or just before she fell asleep it was almost as if I could see the cracks in the façade she spun for everyone. I could see someone who was desperate to pretend they were confident because in reality they were terrified. But as soon as the truth was there it was gone, melting away like smoke in the night, and Id get no nearer to figuring her out.

Yesterday though was different. When she got in my car last night her smile never got a chance to falter because it was non-existent. Her eyes were so black I couldn't imagine them ever being lit up again. The sheer hopelessness present turned my stomach and right now I wish I'd got her to speak to me. But she wouldn't talk. Not there in the car, not in the hallway. And not on the stairs where she dragged me up first chance she got. I should have tried harder but as soon as she'd got me in the bedroom she threw me on the bed. The final time I tried to ask her was lost before the words even left my mouth. The question was extinguished in the darkly passionate kiss Eliza gave me as her lips crashed into mine.

After that I had no capacity for speech which was exactly what she wanted. She fucked me. Hard. It was relentless and insane with a singular focus. Every time I tried to touch her, help her share a tiny part of the ecstasy she was giving me, she would throw me off. And she's stronger than me because of course I'd had to find myself another hardcore ortho brunette. No one could accuse me of having a type. In the back of my mind I knew we shouldn't be doing it, I knew she was hurting. But any time I could even begin to think of anything other than my dizzying highs, she'd torture me all over again. She teased and teased until I was reduced to such a mess I couldn't even say my own name let alone question her. The only word I was capable of was hers ,every time I begged her for release. When it was finally, mercifully over, when I was lying completely spent she leaned over and kissed me softly this time. I caught the shock of her tears as they splashed on my skin.

"Hey" I pleaded, gently wiping away her tears "talk to me".

It was her who was incapable of speech now. Instead she rolled away from me and sobbed. I couldn't bare to watch this, the horror crashing me right back down from the stratosphere of ecstasy I'd been on.

I wrapped my arms around her, this time resisting all her attempts to remove me. Eventually she surrendered, and I held her helplessly as she sobbed herself to sleep. That was the last thing I saw last night. I woke up to cold sheets and an empty house. No note, no text. My girlfriend broke down last night and now no one has seen her. As every minute passes, I worry more. Where are you Eliza?