I love Jac Naylor she is my favourite character in Holby City, so I thought, why not write a little story.
Another day, in the life of me Jac Naylor, have to say you may not like how I run my life but oh well I'm the one and only.
Walking into the locker room I place my helmet and bag on the bench and open my locker with the key that hangs around my neck. The discarded photographs that are laying at the back , very much tell you about me, I'm discarded , no one likes me and I like no one, that's just how it is with me, and I may not like it all the time, but it gets me through the day, my brilliant sarcasm towards my collegues helps me to establish roles within Darwin.
Connie is charging round the ward like a bull with these little fragile F1 and F2's tottering behind her eager to be taught by the one and only, everyone knows she's Queen bee, and no one would dare to fight against that, which is one of the qualities I admire, even though I don't particulary like her much, always putting me down, stealing my thunder, ' Its for the good of the hospital' or ' This is benifical for the hospital.' and if you believe that then , well I wont say it but Connie has got one thing on her mind , and that is how am I going to better myself? I'm not Connie bashing, I'll let you into a secret, I do like her really, but keeping up this competition facade is just easier for me .
And then Joseph strolls in , in his suit, he is like Connie in a way, but hes more calmer, more together. I messed up with him, I did something to him, to futher my career, the only thing I had in my life and I had to better it. He hates me now, and I act like I hate him to, but I don't I miss him inside, it kills me the way he addresses me now... " Mrs Naylor.." never Jac anymore... again I put on an act, its never good to be seen as vunerable, they would eat you alive...
Talking of eating alive , Elliot plods in carrying a small brown paper bag filled with God knows what, and a cup of coffee,
" Ah Jac have you got those notes I asked you for?" he asks while eating a rather creamy iced bun. Some icing embeds in his beard and I motion with my finger towards my face trying to point this out to him. He looks at me bewildered and I just sigh and hand him his notes.
" Right thanks." He nods and opens his paper bag directing it at me.
" Sweet?"
" I don't want to risk my teeth falling out when I'm operating on an open body..." I tell him sarcasticly.
He looks like I've just tipped them on the floor, so I sigh again and reach in, smiling as I pop a round red thing in my mouth.
" Well better be off..."
I turn around to get on with my duties and bump into Jospeh,
" Thought you didn't want to risk your teeth falling out when your operating on an open body..." he said evily grinning.
" Har har Jospeh, he needs to learn what that stuff is doing to him.."
" It's his life, I'm sure he won't want you interfering ."
" Are we really arguing over Mr Hope?"
" No, now I need you to look at a Mr Hurly, this way." He gestures towards the closed curtain and we step in, another day on Darwin... or is it?