Chapter 1: Desperation
Dylan was in the staffroom getting ready to leave. Sam was treating her last patient of the shift. She was irritated as she had wanted to speak to Dylan all day. She kept checking the staffroom every few seconds when she was supposed to be suturing a teenage boy's hand. He had been washing up and the knife had slipped, creating a large wound to his palm. She finished suturing then applied a sterile bandage to his hand.
"Keep it clean and change the bandage every two days. The stitches should be fully dissolved within ten to fourteen days."
She turned her head swiftly towards the staffroom. There was no sign of Dylan. She was just going to have to run instead of walk. She hated following him; even when they had lived together, they had given each other personal space. She smiled at the boy and told him he could go. She practically ran to the staffroom to grab her clothes and did run to the changing rooms.
"In a hurry Dr Nicholls?" said Mr Jordan as she flew from the changing rooms.
"Need to catch Dylan. See you tomorrow."
She runs from the ED and in the direction of the housing estate alongside the river where both she and Dylan live. She reaches the corner before the river and catches a glimpse of Dylan's head. She sprints to the visible part of the river.
"Dylan! Dylan, wait! I need to talk to you."