Chapter 1
You know the feeling you get when you havn't slept for a while and you hit like a brick wall, I feel like that here at Holby. Like I have hit some kind of a wall that I can't come back from, the only way I can rectify that is if I leave, that's what I am doing having a fresh start in Seattle Grace Hospital. The people in Holby will be one of three things. Number one they will be glad to see the back of me although someone curious to my abrupt departure, number 2 they will wish me the best to my face but behind my back probably starting rumours as to why i'm leaving or number three the select few might actually miss me...the last is highly doubtful mind you.
Michael is probably reading my letter of resignation now and no doubt will try and talk me out of it...even though no amount of talking will change anything. A friend of mine is working at a hospital in America and the job is sitting there waiting on me, my flat is sold, car the lot, I only have one week left of my notice.
"Knock knock...can I come in?" Michael was standing there looking all over the place to be honest his shirt noticibly missing his signature colorful tie. "You are the hardest person to track down Jac Naylor." He said looking at me with a broad smile.
"Maybe I didn't want to be found." I stated flashing a smile back at him.
"Come on Jac what the hell is going on with you? I'm in surgery all day while your writing out resignation letters." I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Why are you leaving?" he started to walk towards me with a tired expression on his face.
"Don't take this the wrong way Michael but...should I not be the one asking you that question. You look like crap, what's going on?" Noticing his eyes for the first time they looked empty,broken and full of pain.
"Don't change the subject Naylor ok. Are you leaving because of everything with your mother?" I can not honestly answer that question, because being here makes me think of her and the way she had wormed her way into my life just to leave again.
"Michael...I...being here now...I feel like I can't breathe...like I can't be me anymore...does that make sense?" Why is it that everytime I am around him I spill my guts?
"Jac..." when he placed him hand on my shoulder I could'nt help but remember when he had held onto me when I discovered my mother was a lying bitch. "Look if you need time off..." I decided to cut him off before he went barking up the completely wrong tree.
"Michael it has nothing to do with that ok...I...when I first started this Job I love it, I loved coming to work everyday...don't get me wrong I still love my job I do...but I can't walk the halls of this hospital anymore. There is too much history here, I want...no...I need a clean fresh break." He sighed
"OK what do you want me to tell people?" I looked surprised that he was asking me.
"Just tell them the truth. I'm leaving what do I care." He tried his best to give me a sincere smile and with a quick hug he was out the door. It was going to be a long week.