enigma
I was sat on the bus staring out of the window watching the rain droplets run down the window and sighed deeply. The only day I decide not to take the car to work is the one day I forget my umbrella and the one day it decides to rain.
Today was my first day as a Foundation House Officer at Holby City Hospital and I was nervous as hell. It had been seven years since I had last set foot in the hospital and even that was under circumstances that even now, seven years later are still hard to think about. I knew a lot of stuff had changed, I mean what stays the same in a seven year time period?
Seeing the signs for the hospital, I pressed the bell and stood up from my seat and walked down the aisle. When the bus came to a stop, I thanked the bus driver and got off the bus standing under the bus shelter. Looking at my watch I took in the time and smiled to myself. I was half an hour early for my appointment which for me was good. Usually, I found myself late for everything.
Sighing as I looked at the rain pouring down, I knew there was no way it was going to stop in time for my appointment so I decided to get myself wet. Wrapping my coat tightly around me, I began to walk in the direction of the hospital.
By the time I arrived I was dishevelled. My clothes and coat were soaked through and sticking to my skin and my hair, which was curled and neatly looking only an hour ago was stuck to my head in clumps. I certainly did look presentable this morning until the heavens opened although you wouldn't think it now.
Approaching the main entrance, I felt the knot tighten in my stomach and after a few deep breaths and a brief conversation with myself; I walked through the doors leading into the hospital. On arrival, it was busy but what hospital wasn't busy during the day?
Looking around, I felt more nervous than what I had done a couple of seconds ago and as I walked towards the desk in the middle, I nervously began to chew my lower lip. Standing in the line, I took out a small pocket mirror and tried and failed to make myself appear more presentable.
When I reached the front of the queue, I looked at the male receptionist, smiled softly and said; "Hello, I'm here to see Mr Jordan, he's expecting me but I'm a little early."
He smiled gently, "You must be Doctor Henderson, I'm Noel the Receptionist, if you'd like to take a seat, I'll let Mr Jordan know you've arrived." Thanking him, I walked over to the seating area and sat down. Crossing one leg over the other, I placed my handbag on my lap and took out my phone. Checking to make sure I had no messages, I turned my phone off and placed it back in my bag.
"Lauren? What are you doing here?"
Hearing a familiar voice, I looked up. "Hello Dad."
a/n: so a bit of a cliffhanger, who do you think lauren's dad is?
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