'Jonny Mac….? Wake up?' Mo called cheerfully, leaning over the nurses' station and clicking her fingers in front of his face. Jonny came back down to earth with a bump, shaking his daydream out of his head before giving Mo the most charming grin he could muster, 'I take it the look of misery on your face means you've seen the rota?'

'If you mean "do I know that Jac is back?", then the answers yes' He muttered. Elliot suddenly appeared, ready for his ward rounds and clapped his hands bracingly.

'Nurse Maconie, Are you ready?' He asked.

'Absolutely, Professor Hope!' He replied with a broad smile. Grabbing the pile of patient notes, he handed the top file to Elliot and followed him towards Bed 1.

Mrs Jenson smiled at them as Jonny handed Elliot the file with a flourish. Opening up the file, Jonny listened with focus as Elliot discussed Mrs Jenson's coronary bypass recovery that was scheduled for that afternoon and jotted down the list of tests and scans he'd requested.

'When will I be able to go home?' Mrs Jenson asked.

'Hopefully, tomorrow' Elliot smiled, 'But I can't make any promises. We'll see what your scans show and go from there'

Saying their farewells to Mrs Jenson, Jonny followed Elliot to the next bed. Turning to pull the curtains, for the first time, Jonny saw her. Jac had arrived at the nurses' station, holding an x-ray up to the light box, discussing it with Tara. He'd not seen her since he'd walked away from her, the night she'd admitted she'd slept with Sean. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, for her to show remorse for what'd she'd done? Instead, she just looked like she did any other day, calm, professional, cold…

'Nurse Maconie? Nurse Maconie?' Elliot called. Jonny almost jumped, spinning around to face him.

'Sorry, Professor Hope' He whispered, sensing Elliot's disappointment.

'Are you alright to continue, Jonny?' He asked gently.

'Yes, of course.' He replied with an apologetic smile.

The whole ward round took half an hour, at the end of which, Jonny had a long list of things to delegate to the junior nurses. Jac had disappeared off the ward again and Jonny strode into his office to catch up the pile of paperwork waiting for him. It was more of a ploy to avoid Jac as best he could.

'You're not hiding are you?' Mo teased, appearing at the open window.

'Hiding? Why would I be hiding?' He snapped.

'Look, I know something bad happened between you and Naylor! I've not seen you like this since…'

'Don't Mo.' He hissed, 'I don't want to talk about it'

'MISS EFFANGA!' A familiar voice bellowed from the ward. Mo rolled her eyes and disappeared out of sight. Jonny took a slow steady breath, trying desperately to get his emotions under control. It had been over a month since she'd hit the detonator on their relationship and his anger had long since given way to acceptance and grief, for the woman he'd mistakenly thought had loved him. Wearily rubbing his hands over his face, he suddenly heard the sound of one of the patient alarms. Kicking back into life, he got hastily to his feet and left the office, knowing it was only time before he had to face her.

Jac stood over Mrs Jessop, giving deep, rapid chest compressions. Stepping away, Mo placed the defibrillator on the salmons and looking up and down the bed, gave the order to stand clear. Jonny watched sadly from the sidelines as Jac looked across at the heart monitor.

'No output' She sighed, 'Are we agreed?' Mo nodded, bowing her head, 'Time of death 09.20'

'I'll call her husband in' Jonny said quietly to Elliot, turning to walk away.

'Nurse Maconie, let me know when he gets here' Jac called after him with a withering look. Jonny's jaw twitched involuntarily in protest of her tone of voice.

'Of course, Ms Naylor' He whispered with as little emotion as possible, 'I'll page you when he arrives' And with the faintest hint of a smile, strode into his office and slammed the door behind them.

Jac watched him walk away, unsurprised by Jonny's behaviour. She'd never expected to be welcomed back onto the ward with flowers and bunting, but the discovery that Jonny hated her now as much as he'd expressed when she'd confessed the truth. She could only hope that now she was back, he would see how sorry she was.

'Ms Naylor?' Ollie called, 'AAU on the phone for you? They need an urgent consult'

Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Jonny through the glass, his forehead resting in his hand as he held the phone to his ear. He noticed her and with a sad smile, turned his back on her.

'Tell them I'll be straight down…' She sighed.