Holby City belongs to the BBC.
I've been thinking about this story for a while, I hope it's a decent one. I have to admit, I'm not sure about it.
A Shoulder To Cry On
Oliver was standing outside the hospital, feeling so lonely and still numb from the sheer pain that was constantly in his heart since Penny's death. He knew he had probably come back to work far too soon. But staying at home was making him feel smothered. If he'd stayed there any longer he would have gone nuts. Oliver walked across the car park and through the automatic doors. People were going about their daily routines. Apart from him. He could hear nothing but Penny's last words echoing in his ears.
"If you don't tell Hanssen by the time I come back, then I will." Oliver's thoughts were soon broken by Malick's voice. "Valentine, welcome back. "I trust you're ready for this?" He handed Oliver some patient's notes. "Mr Abbott, he needs an aortic valve replaced, I want you to assist me - are you up for it?" Oliver looked taken aback.
"No I'm sorry, I can't do this." Malick looked at Oliver shaking his head.
"What are you talking about Valentine?" "This is your big chance to prove everyone wrong." Oliver shook his head again.
"I said no, Malick get someone else to assist you."
"Why have bothered coming back to work then?" His patience was running out. "Look just don't do anything stupid". Oliver shifted from one foot to the other. He looked at Malick who glared back at him, Oliver took a deep intake of breath. "I'm telling Hanssen the truth I'm not hiding from this." Malick looked as though he was about to explode. "I think you and I need a little chat." His voice was low and menacing, almost a growl. Malick strode into the staffroom, with Oliver reluctantly following behind him.
"Nothing you say to me will make me change my mind, I've thought a lot about this."Oliver swallowed hard before continuing. "It's the right thing to do."
"Oh really?" Malick couldn't disguise the sarcasm that laced his voice. "I really thought you had some guts, but I was obviously wrong."
"I'm doing this for Pen, I owe her this." "I can't do anything else for her now, but I can do this."
"RUBBISH!" Malick spat. "The only reason you are coming clean is so you that you can ease your guilty conscience. "So off you go, run off to Hanssen, ruin your career see if I CARE!" Malick's words cut through Ollie like a knife through butter.
"Why can't you support me?" Oliver's voice was almost pleading with the registrar. "If I don't do this then I will never forgive myself."
"You really think that confessing to Hanssen is going to fix everything?" Because let me tell you, it won't, and then what, huh?" Malick took Olile by the shoulders and fixed him with an unflinching stare. "You've already lost your sister, don't throw your life away too." Malick's tone had suddenly softened.
"I don't have a choice anymore, it's time I did the decent thing." His voice was shaking. "Penny did so much for me, it's about time I did something for her." Malick knew there was nothing more he could say.
Oliver walked slowly out into the corridor and down to Hanssen's office. It brought back memories of being summoned to the headmaster's office at his school. Only this time it wasn't for the trivial matter of picking fights. He stood outside Hanssen's door for several minutes, before finally knocking.
"Come in." Oliver's breath caught in his throat. There's no turning back he thought as he entered what felt like the lion's den.
