Forsaken.
- Follows on from where Cyd and Dixie found Greg and Andrea kissing in the back of the ambulance in episode Combat Indicators part 1.-
CHAPTER 1- Past Regrets.
Greg sat in the back of the ambulance staring morosely at his hands as he awaited uncomfortably for his shift to begin. He twiddled his thumbs as his blue eyes fell upon the newspaper on the seat that had its pages folded so that the horoscopes was on top. He took it into his numb hands and his eyes skimmed over them.
" As the moon enters your house…"
" Get out of my house moon."
" … you will be presented a new, exciting direction in life. However to take this opportunity you must forgive yourself past discretions and move forward to better times… But beware! The past has a habit of catching up with us all."
That was very true. Any chance he could have had with Cyd had gone before his very eyes. Because she had come back. And she had destroyed what he had with Cyd to begin with- even a friendship. And simply for the fact that he was sat on the edge of the trolley made a tingling sensation trickle down his spine to his knees. Andrea's scent of perfume still lingered on the pillows. He felt a lump form in his throat and he forced himself to his feet. He paced the ambulance with his hands pushed into the pockets of his green trousers. His chiselled cheeks burned with anger and guilt. Only one thought swam repeatedly in his head: Why did I do it? Why the hell was I so foolish? That look on Cyd's face, the tears that pooled in her brown, pixie-like eyes made the lump in his throat get bigger. The scowl on Dixie's face. The feeling of guilt settled in the pit of his stomach, making him feel nauseous. The speed at which he paced knocked him dizzy.
There came a thudding on the back door which snapped Greg back to reality. He opened the door to see Josh preparing to climb in. Greg sighed and sunk into one of the chairs, pushing the newspaper underneath. Josh looked at Greg for a moment, at his sullen expression, then turned to the oxygen canisters. The slight grey hairs on his head shone a little in the light. Greg pushed his dark, shaggy hair out of his face with two hands.
" Come on, Greg. What's up?" Greg shook his head and ran his hands up and down his face. Josh turned back with an oxygen mask in his hands. " Give up the charade, Greg. What's up?" He dropped into the seat beside Greg and fiddled with the translucent tube attached to the mask.
" You'd hate me if I told you. Trust me." he replied in his powerful Australian accent.
" Bah. I've heard worse. Hit me with your best bullets."
" Cyd and Dixie kind of found me and Andrea… In the back of an ambulance… Kissing…" Josh raised his eyebrows in surprise and scratched the back of his neck. He planted a hand on Greg's shoulder, making Greg look up at him.
" Not a smart move. Definitely not smart." Greg sighed and bowed his head, feeling even more disappointed in himself than he did before. The seat creaked as Josh stood back up and hooked the oxygen mask around the canister neck. Greg stood up himself and squeezed himself between the front seats to the passenger seat. Josh followed him in, settling into the driver's seat. Yet as he put on his seatbelt and bent his left arm at a ninety degree angle against the window, the thoughts of Cyd's distraught face made tears form in his eyes.
