Don't be a baby!

Hi everyone, seeing as there was zero zax in the last episode of casualty, I decided to just write some fluff. I hope you enjoy it! Please review :)

Issy xx

'I mean, he was being such a teenager, sulking around all day. Just plain grumpy of you ask me, he could have at least tried to be patient with me-'

'Zo, I hate to stop you, but do you think you could pass me the keys' Zoe and Max were standing outside the door to their flat. Zoe was nattering on so much that she had completely zoned out of what was happening in the real world.

'Oh, sorry' Zoe handed Max the keys and carried on. 'I asked him to take over and he just straight out said no! Like I understand if he said, "sorry Zoe, I'm busy" but no, he just straight out said no to my face. I'm just a bit-'

'I'm sure this is very interesting, but if I'm honest, I'm really not interested in Dylan. We've never really been the best of friends.'

'Sorry.' Zoe ran a hand through her hair and sighed. 'It's been a long day without you around to cheer me up.'

'Sorry, I had to take a very difficult patient up to orthopaedics.' Max grinned, 'he was an idiot'

Zoe smirked, 'what made him an idiot?'

'The muppet, he dropped a picture on his foot!'

Zoe frowned, this didn't exactly seem bad. And he shouldn't have had to go up to orthopaedics because of a broken foot.

'He dropped a picture in his foot, what's so bad about that?'

'Ah, the funny thing was, it was a large portrait he had painted himself. And it was of himself. He was moving it to above his bed when he slipped and fell on the floor, the portrait falling on his foot, crushing it.'

'He managed to completely crush his foot?!'

'The frame was solid gold.'

'This guy thinks a lot of himself!'

'Yeah, lives on his own.' Max laughed to himself. Zoe slipped off her heels and settled herself on the sofa.

'Shall I cook?' Zoe called over to Max who was leaning on the island in the kitchen.

'God no.'

'Rude! Shall I order then?'

'No. You order the weirdest of combinations. I will though!' Max beckoned for Zoe to join him in the kitchen and Zoe reluctantly got up off the sofa and picked up the Indian takeaway menu that had found a home on their coffee table.

'Um, I think I'll have a chicken- ahhhhh! Jesus Christ!' Zoe whacked her foot on the corner of the island, stubbing her toe as she scooted around to join Max.

'Oh Zoe, don't be a baby.'

'Not. Helpful.' Zoe said through gritted teeth. Zoe reached down and clutched at her throbbing toe.

'So what did you want?' Max asked, looking back at the menu.

'Chicken saag please.' Zoe said, recovering slightly. 'Can you call?'

'Sure.' Max started over towards the phone. 'Ahhhhh! Holy cow!' Max had stubbed his toe on the foot of the sofa.

'I'm a baby am I?'

'Zo, I think it's broken.' Max was being deadly serious.

'No it's not. Mine was worse, and all the sympathy I got was "what do you want for dinner"!'

'Ok, I'm sorry.'

'That's better. Now, shall I get some frozen peas for your toe?'

'No, I think a kiss would do the job quite nicely, actually.'

'Oh do you now, on the toe or on the lips?'

'I was thinking toe, but now you mention it, I think the lips might be better, you know, get the kiss into my system a bit...' Max smirked.

'You, mister, need to order me food, then I'll make your toe better.' Max sighed loudly before waking over to the phone to order. He ordered, and walked over to Zoe.

'Can you make my toe better now doc?'

'Of course I can.' Zoe smiled and pulled Max towards her for a kiss.

'It's much better now. What an amazing doctor you are.'

'Hmmm, maybe I should use that technique on all my patients?'

'I think not!'