Hello everyone. I haven't written a Holby multi-chap in a while, so here is one. Please review if you like it :) Oh and tell me your predictions ;)
I apologise if anyone is out of character.
Jac Naylor reached over to grasp the vibrating ward phone, eager for the caller to be a willing oncologist, or at least someone who could refer her patient up two floors. In anticipation, it took her only half a second to state her name, and less than that to question the incentive behind the incessant ringing. The crackling, yet apprehensive voice on the receiver did not emanate the steely tones of the surgeons. Disheartened, Jac frowned, before recognising the caring quality of the accent with a start. In an instant, her will was broken. She slammed the phone down, heart pounding.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Jac's eyes darted towards the towering shadow that fell across the desk, aware of the stifling odour of aftershave clouding her senses. An arm reached across her shoulder, unsettling some of her auburn hair that had survived the stylist's wrath.
Jonny Maconie admired his lover from behind, grinning as he inched nearer to the consultant. Noticing their close proximity, Jac spun around in her chair, concealing a small smile that almost crossed her lips. She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"So, Ms Naylor, I've been thinking…" Jonny began.
"What have I told you about doing that?" Jac interrupted, enjoying the feeling of sadism. Jonny shook off the insult immediately – it was his nature to do so.
"… that we haven't discussed the general status of the hospital and the people skills regime for ages…" He winked flirtatiously, hoping his relaxed façade would deceive the consultant who was praised for her incisive perception. Jac smirked, not fooled.
"So?"
Jonny beamed, hands closing around the corners of Jac's seat.
"So, I was wondering if you could find an empty time slot in that hectic life of yours."
Jac cocked her head, pretending to ponder the offer, teasing her inferior while Jonny looked on longingly.
"Well you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Oliver, after swapping coffees with Tara, nodded in the direction of the duo opposite.
"When do you think that will happen?" Ollie asked. Tara glanced over, gauging the actions between her two colleagues thoughtfully.
"Ms Naylor is too clever to jeopardise her professional career for a relationship," she decided, leaving Oliver dismayed. Mo glided over, also on her wheeled chair, grinning knowingly, unashamedly listening to the junior doctor's conversation.
"Oh, I can definitely see it," she commentated, conscious of Jonny's secret, before leaving her pondering co-workers behind and spinning near her best friend.
Jonny observed Tara and Ollie contemplatively, tilting his head to indicate his thoughts to Jac. Mo sat by his side, amused at the situation.
"When do you think that will happen?" Jonny enquired, gazing at his superior. Jac grimaced in incredulity.
"Oh, I can definitely see it." Mo repeated, smirking.
Sheltering inside the cubicle beneath the whitened ceiling of the toilets, hardly a place of sanctuary, Jac pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail as a surging feeling of sickness exposed the rising bile in her throat. Vomiting chaotically, her abdomen a fluctuating tempest, Jac's vision blurred.
The sound of the toilet being flushed somehow initiated another round of nausea, and, soon, the floor was obscured with her entire stomach contents. Groaning, Jac stared at the ground with distaste, and seized a pile of paper to wipe her mouth. Quickly, she hauled open the door.
Something made her shy away from her reflection; she guessed the dark circles under her eyes proved too disheartening to be seen. Or, perhaps, she just couldn't face the truth.
After composing herself, Jac padded down the corridor, endeavouring fruitlessly to ignore the agonizing cramps that deemed her body broken. Passing Mo, she swiftly regained poise before hissing in pain, confident that her colleague had gone. Abruptly fatigued, Jac inhaled and collapsed onto her ward chair once she had reached Darwin.
Snatching up the computer mouse, Jac opened the internet and, heart hammering, typed in something that she had almost judged implausible.
The pregnant registrar dwelled on what she had seen. Jac's icy masquerade was nearly impossible to sever, although, she was not as invincible as she made out, Mo knew that. However, somehow, she reasoned, Jac would have to spill eventually.
Spotting Jonny dealing with a problematic patient across the ward, Mo sighed. How would he cope, if her deduction was right?
Jonny grasped Mr Dexter Ellis by the arm, wary of his patient's drunken state. Dex lashed out, catching the nurse around the cheek. Eyes blazing, Jonny fought to keep his self-control, glaring daggers at the man.
"If you don't sober up, I will call security," he said exasperatedly. Dex stared at him, momentarily confused, his world a calculated montage of sound and colour.
"I don't want you! You're not her!" He yelled, tugging his nurse's scrubs. Jonny rolled his eyes.
"And who is this mysterious her, you keep banging on about?" Dexter furrowed his brow, struggling to recollect the memory. In took him a few seconds to answer.
"I want Jacqueline Burrows."
Hope you liked it, thanks for reading :)