"You don't move your patient until I say so!" Zoe said sternly to Dylan, and watched him walk away. She didn't like shouting at collegues, but today she had to. Everyone was making her stressed, and she just wished someone was there to help her.
She had already promised everyone a pint, so she wasn't going home to relax later but was instead going down the pub. She sighed and walked back to her patient. She wanted him to go up to ITU, but she did think that Dylan was right. It was unlikely that her patient, Danny, would survive, but it annoyed her that Dylan went behind her back. She shouldn't have snapped at him. She would apologise to him later.
"I've made my decision of who gets the ITU bed." Vincent said.
"Me too. Dylans patient gets it." Zoe said to him.
"I agree." Vincent said, and Zoe sighed. She really wasn't thinking rationally like Dylan had said earlier.
Her patient didn't survive. Two blown pupils, swelling on the brain. There was really nothing she could have done. The patients mother made her feel bad by saying 'You promised you'd save him!" even though technically she didn't promise. She would said she would do everything she could, and she did, but it still made her feel bad.
She spotted Dylan walking in to cubicles and she decided to stop him at the door.
"This is where I get my dressing down, isn't it boss?" He said, looking at her.
"I, I was wrong." She said, and looked at him as his eyebrows raised. He didn't expect her to say that. "Your patient gets the ITU bed."
"Uh, good. Great." He said, and walked away.
She stood staring at a wall for a while, where Dylan once was. She tore her eyes away from it, thinking about his reaction, before getting back to work.
The day was really stressing her out. Walking into the empty CT Scanner room, she slammed her fist down on the bed and tried not to swear. She wiped her forehead, pulled herself together and left the room. Thankfully her shift was almost over.
She counted down to the seconds and sighed in relief that her shift was over, but now everyone was waiting for her down the pub. Charlie was waiting.
"So you buying the first round then?" Charlie said to her.
"I sure am." She laughed, and got herself ready to go.
Walking over to the pub, she started to talk to Charlie.
"So do you think that Nick would have handled that any differently?" She asked Charlie, trying to make conversation.
"I think its about time you stopped worrying about Nick." He looked at her and she sighed. "You've been in charge before."
"Yeah I know, but before I had a safety net. Now I don't." She clicked her tongue.
"I think you're wrong." He said and walked through the door of the pub, making her think before she walked in.
Dylan surprised her. He walked towards her with a drink.
"Zoe,I , uh, pubs aren't really my thing. I wanted to get you a drink. This is what you drink, hm?" He said, and I looked at him, shocked.
"I'll force it down." I said, looking at the coke.
"Apology. Celebration and apology." He said, motioning towards the door.
"Stay!" Zoe said.
"No no. Going." He said, and walked out the door before she could say anything backn that he heard.
"Thanks." She said but the door was already closing behind her. She wondered why he bought her a drink, after all it was her that caused all the problems. She should have been buying him one.
She walked over to the table and everyone cheered.
"There she is!" They all said and smiled at her.
"The all round then boss?" Fletch said, grinning at her.
"Ah right. The next person who called me boss will wake up in resus." She said and everyone ooohed and aaaahed her. "So whats everyone having?"
She got all the drinks in a blur, still thinking about Dylan. She still couldn't believe he had gone near a pub just to get her a drink. He had never been there before with them all, but he goes today to buy her a drink and no one else? Why was that?
And why couldn't she stop thinking about him. Was her mind and heart trying to tell her something?
She sighed while holding her drink and played with the glass thinking about what she was going to do. She should ask him to do something he likes to do, as he never gets to 'hang out' with her as she is always in the pub. If pubs aren't his thing, she would ask what was his thing. Then maybe they could go from there.