AUTHOR NOTE: Hi, guys! I know I haven't finished my other story yet, but I have a few odds and ends stored on my computer that I'm going to post over the next few days. Hope you like them, and feel free to message me if you want me to write anything specific or if you would like to write with me!
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"I'm really sorry to bother you, but I've been gravely injured."
Zoe glanced up from her work, then back down. "What is it this time? A paper cut?"
"Worse. Much worse. I banged my funny bone and I think it might be broken." Max leant on the doorframe with a grin.
Picking up her files to take to with her to a meeting, Zoe raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"
Max fell into step behind her. "I took my pants down in GP services and the doctor laughed."
"Do I want to know why you took down your trousers?"
"I was taking a patient and…look, that's beside the point. I have a bruise."
He showed her his elbow as she entered the conference room.
"Is you taking down your pants something I'm going to get asked about in this meeting, because-"
"Are you more interested in my pants or me?"
"Really? You're going to ask me such a tough question this early in the morning when I haven't had a coffee? " Zoe asked as she shut the door in his face.
Max stood there with a grin until the door opened again a second later. Glancing up and down the corridor to make sure no one was about, Zoe leant forward and kissed his elbow.
"Better?"
"Much."
….
"You know what I think, Dr Hanna?" An hour later, Max stepped into the coffee queue behind Zoe, his hands pushed deeply into his pockets.
"If I knew what you were thinking, you'd be a lot easier to get away from." Zoe muttered, stepping up the counter to order her coffee.
Catching sight of Max over Zoe's shoulder, Honey gave a smile. "Usual, Max? Won't be a minute, Dr Hanna. I'm just going to make his drink."
Zoe stared with amazement as Honey began making Max's coffee before even asking what hers would be.
"That's not fair! I was ahead of you in the line!"
"Is that…is that a hint of jealousy I can smell?" Max grinned as Zoe turned to glare at him.
"It's an 'I was ahead of you and I should have been served first'. It's basic customer service!"
Max nodded as she spoke. "Oh, definitely is. Especially when you're an incredibly important doctor and I'm just a porter."
As Zoe opened her mouth to reply, Honey handed Max his coffee, which he then placed in Zoe's hands. "One extra large triple shot latte. You're welcome."
The fight fell out of Zoe and she stood there with her mouth slightly open until Max raised his eyebrows. "You're blocking others from ordering, Doctor."
Glancing at the man behind her with an apologetic smile, Zoe stepped out of the way, giving Max a look before walking towards her office.
….
"Max is injured." Robyn called as she passed Zoe's office later that day.
"What is it this time, a stubbed toe?" Zoe mumbled to herself.
"Did you say something, Zoe?" Robyn stepped back and glanced into the office.
"Ah…no. What's happened to Max?"
"Oh, nothing serious. I'm just looking for Charlie to stitch him up."
With a sigh, Zoe pushed herself out of her chair. "I'll do it. Where is he?"
"Thanks! Cubicle 1."
….
"Have you considered getting some glasses? Because the amount of accidents you've been having lately points to bad eye sight." Zoe pulled on a glove in front of Max.
"Or maybe I'm just distracted."
"Is juggling all your girlfriends getting difficult?"
Max smiled, pulling away the cloth he held to his face so Zoe could clean the cut. "You know there's only one woman for me. And for the record, I was punched, I didn't walk into something."
Zoe's eyes narrowed as she concentrated on the cut. "I'm not surprised. I've been tempted to punch you at least once a day since I met you."
Slipping into the cubicle, Robyn winced at the cut on her brother's face. "I think that might scar."
"I hear that scars get the girls." Max winked at her before shutting his eyes tightly as Zoe numbed the skin.
Robyn looked between the doctor and the porter, and then gave a sigh. "You two are the weirdest married couple I've ever met."
"Oh, we're not married." Zoe supplied, getting her implements ready to stitch the cut.
"Ah, I was at the wedding?"
"Wasn't ours." Zoe supplied, making Robyn's frown deepen.
"She told me this morning she's divorcing me because I drank the last of her coffee." Max offered, flinching when Zoe checked to see if the area was numb yet.
"Yeah, like I said, you two are weird."
"Weird gets the girls."
"Can you stop, please!" Zoe spoke with exasperation.
Grinning to Robyn, Max pointed to Zoe's chest. "Meet the girls."
Rolling her eyes, Robyn opened the cubicle curtain. "I think I'll leave you to it."