Chapter 2-A Chat With Robyn
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or Casualty. All I own is mistakes!
I know that Zoe's waking up is miraculous, but come on, this is fic-land! I can take a bit of creative license, right? And besides, I don't want to kill her off!
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Laura xxx :-)
Max ran all the way to Holby City Emergency Department. Tears poured down his face, he was terrified for Zoe. Was she dead? About to die? On a life support machine? He had no idea.
"Lily!" Max spotted her helping to unload someone from an ambulance.
He gasped when he saw who it was. Zoe.
Blood covered the top half of her face, it looked like she had a scar there, but he was not completely sure.
He left leg was twisted into a strange position, and the right arm of her blazer had been ripped off. Her arm was covered in blood, cuts and bruises, already turning purple.
"Oh my God." Was all he could say.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything Max, but why are you here? Do you have a personal connection with Dr Hanna?" Lily asked, somewhat coldly.
"You could say that." Max said.
Lily scowled at him but didn't pursue the subject.
Zoe's injuries where cleaned up and all the time, Max was sitting beside her, tears rolling down his face.
"She has quite a few deep scratches on her body, so she's going to have to go to theatre in a few minutes. After that, she's going to have an X-ray to see if she's got any broken bones." Lily informed Max.
He nodded. "Okay." He answered.
Lily left the room.
"Zoe, you can do this. Please pull through, I love you, you know." Max took Zoe's hand and kissed it.
Her eyes flickered open. "I know." She tried to smile.
He smiled back. "I'll wheel you down to the operating room, if you'd like?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that." She answered, and closed her eyes again.
Lily came into the room. Max stood up.
"Zoe woke up a few minutes ago and talked to me." He informed her.
Lily nodded. "Okay, thank you." She smiled.
"I'm going to take her down to theatre, if that's okay?" he asked. She nodded. "Sure."
The journey to theatre seemed endless.
"Are you okay? You're clutching that bar of the hospital bar a bit tight" Robyn appeared beside him.
Max jumped slightly."Yeah, I'm fine." He answered.
"You love her, don't you?" she got straight to the point.
"It's complicated." He replied.
She patted his arm. "Explain all to me later." She said as she opened the door to theatre.
Zoe was wheeled into theatre to be operated on. Max sat outside, literally twiddling his thumbs. She hated that habit of his, she always told him off when he did it. He usually gave his cheeky smile and said "Shouldn't I be telling you off for being irresistibly cute?"
She'd laugh at this and kiss him. He missed her, the old happy, bubbly, outgoing Zoe. As Clinical Lead, she'd gotten way too stressed and often snapped at him. They'd broken up, and she had left. He missed her like hell.
He waited for what seem like ages for her stitches to be completed.
Eventually, a sleeping Zoe was wheeled out.
Max wheeled her to a side room the he had arranged for her, and waited.
"Hey" Robyn came into the room.
"Hello." He smiled.
"So… what's happened between the two of you? How come you rang her?" she asked.
"Well…" Max told her the full story.
"Wow… you must really love her then." She mused. Max nodded in agreement.
"You know, it was hard to not see that you were besotted with her." She said.
"Yep." He replied.
"Well, all I can say is that I hope she will be okay." She said. "And that things will work out between you." She answered.
"I hope so too." Max smiled.
Robyn's pager went off and so she had to go. Max said goodbye to her and slept for a couple of hours.
