Summary: Amanda's probably more nervous about his surgery than he is.
Set: 218
Fine
They rode down in the lift together after she'd already said "Goodnight" and "Good luck" to him. They watched each other in the lift, each remaining silent until Amanda asked an easy "Are you nervous?"
Simon shrugged. "Not really. I understand the mechanics which makes me feel more comfortable. I am feeling slightly less confident since hearing everyone's horror stories, though." The doctor's tone was teasing, but Amanda saw the flicker of truth in his eyes.
The lift came to a smooth halt and after a moment the doors slid open. The pair walked out and Amanda stopped, facing Simon, who followed suit. Amanda exhaled and smiled slowly; stepping closer she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"You'll be fine." She muttered, before disappearing into the night and leaving him alone with some very unwanted thoughts of his best friend's lips.