This is my second fan fiction for Holby City! Sorry for any grammatical mistakes :) Please review :D
Greg lay on the bed, in the on-call room, thinking. Thinking about Sahira. Her radiant smile, that warmed his soul. Her dark brown eyes, which always showed her true emotions. The way she was devoted to her work. Her chocolate coloured hair. Her talent in surgery...
He could go on and on; he loved here, like he had never loved anyone before. He was in love with Sahira Shah. Head over heels in love with her. But he couldn't have her. He flirted with her constantly, and she flirted back, but she treated it as a joke. After all, how could she tell he really meant it - he flirted with every other girl.
Every time she spoke, he could feel himself falling deeper for her, and wanting to kiss her even more. They'd kissed before. In the locker room, when he thought he was leaving Holby forever. True, he had tricked her, but she had kissed him back. Surely that was an indication of her feelings. Or maybe, as she had said, it was a heat of the moment thing.
He wanted to kiss her again, to feel her body next to his, but her happiness was the most important thing to him. Greg didn't want to jeopardise her marriage with Rafi, and he remembered how distressed she had been when they had kissed before; the awkwardness that had followed.
He wasn't in a relationship currently. Any girl he found, her love seemed fake and she lacked warmth, compared to Sahira. He should be chasing after another, not lusting after one he couldn't get! He didn't know what to do anymore...
20 minutes away from the hospital, another doctor was having trouble getting to sleep. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts; how drunk her husband would be when he finally got back home, how much of their money he had thrown away gambling, and Greg. The charming Irish doctor who she worked with, who had broken down her defences, and was starting to melt her heart. She wanted his love, but was scared of ruining her relationship with her husband completely; she wanted her children to know their father.
Had she married the wrong man? Rafi had been her first serious boyfriend, and she had rushed into marriage, so she could have some security in her life. When she finally saw through his kind facade, and saw his twisted heart, it was too late. She was pregnant, married, and had fallen in love with him, despite everything.
However, she felt like she had a stronger bond with Greg. He understood her perfectly and always stood up for her. She felt safe when she was near him. They were best friends who had been through a lot together, but Sahira couldn't help wanting more, which confused her.
The kiss scene kept replaying in her head. She kept remembering the softness of his lips, the warmth of his body and the flicker of affection in his eyes, as their mouths had met. Her heart had fluttered, and she had kissed him back. She had distanced herself from Greg for a bit, scared that he would tempt her into more.
A single tear fell down her cheek, this couldn't be happening. Her heart was falling in love with Greg, but het head kept reminding her of her husband. He wasn't that bad. It was only when something bad had happened at work, or when he was drunk, that he would hit her. And Sahira knew it was her fault that he felt how he did. Trapped, looking after the kids, because of her long hours spent at the hospital. He never bruised her face either *yeah, because he doesn't want people to know how you are treated* whispered a snide voice in her head. She put her head under the pillows, trying to block out her thoughts, and fell into an uneasy sleep...
Hope you enjoyed it!