Sorry this took so long, and sorry it's not great! Because I intended that this would be a oneshot, I'm struggling to find a vision for where to take it, so any ideas or suggestions would be more than welcome!x
When Jasmine woke up the following morning to sunlight streaming through the blinds, she felt sweaty, like she'd somehow overheated in the night. Once she sat up, it became abundantly clear that the reason she felt so sweaty was because she'd not stopped moving. Two of the pillows had ended up on the floor, the duvet was coiled round her legs, and the sheet had come away in one corner and was caught on the leggings which Jas assumed she must have wriggled out of in her sleep.
Jas shook her hair out and rubbed her eyes, before blindly reaching across to the bedside table for her phone. 6.43 am. Her shift didn't start until 10, so she opened up her windows to let some air in, tucked the sheet back in, picked up the pillows and straightened the duvet, before climbing back into bed. She had the best part of three hours to herself; she could hear the shower going in the bathroom next door so that surely meant that Jac would be off to the hospital soon. She could read the news, maybe watch something on Netflix to ease her into the day, before having a bath. This was how mornings were meant to be.
It was such a nice plan, Jas had thought. What a way to start the day! But she hadn't taken into account her inability to sit still for more than 5 minutes, and so it didn't take long for Jas to get bored flicking through Twitter on her phone, and for her stomach to begin grumbling with all the force of an earthquake. She slipped out of bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. As she walked past the island to look out at the garden (was that really artificial grass?), she noticed a figure in black trousers and heels crouched by the bin.
Jac turned as she heard Jas walk in, and looked round to say good morning, only to be met with completely bare, starkers as far up as she dared to look, legs.
"Oh my god!" Jac shouted, hastily slapping a hand over her eyes. "Are you walking around my house naked? This is NOT a nudist colony! For crying out loud, put some clothes on!"
Jas looked down and realised she had only Jac's big black t-shirt on, and then paused. Should she laugh it off or be miffed that her freshly shaved legs were such an offence to Jac?
She looked down at Jac's horrified face, covered by a hand, while her other hand scrabbled around the floor, searching for something, and chose the former.
"You should be so lucky," Jas reached over and pried Jac's hand away from her face. "It's your t-shirt and I'm wearing underwear anyway. What you looking for?"
Jac shot Jasmine a sarcastic look before replying "You're shorter than me, that top doesn't cover my arse. Anyway, I'm looking for a contact lens, I dropped it as I tried to put it in and I think it's behind the bin."
Jac started scrabbling around on the floor again, while Jas peered into the bin. Right there, clear as day, perched on the top of an upturned yoghurt pot, was a contact lens.
"It's in the bin, Jac, not behind it."
"Oh fuck the nation," Jac stood (with an impressive amount of grace for someone in stilettos, Jas noted) and brushed some imaginary dust from her immaculate trousers. "They were my last pair, now I'm stuck with glasses."
Jasmine had noticed a pot of what looked like fresh coffee in the cafetiere, so she rounded the kitchen island and poured herself a mug full.
Jac's expression soured "That's mine, I literally just made that."
"Sorry," Jas gave Jac a cheeky grin, before taking a big gulp. "So what's wrong with wearing the glasses? Do they not suit you? Or is it that they don't match your scrubs?"
Jac reached out quickly and snatched the mug away from Jasmine, before sipping delicately from the opposite side.
"You know I'm not diseased," Jas rolled her eyes "You're not going to catch anything from a mug I've had one sip from."
"As a doctor, you should know you're talking bollocks, the human mouth is full of bacteria." Jac drained the mug and dumped it in the sink. "And the glasses is just basic patient awareness. Who would trust a doctor wearing glasses to perform delicate heart surgery? Glasses are akin to a tattoo on your forehead that says 'I'm blind'."
Jas shrugged and turned to the fridge.
"Don't get your hopes up," Jas spun around to see Jac raising her eyebrows at her "There's no eggs, no avocado, no smoked salmon or whatever millennials like to eat for breakfast. There might be some cornflakes if you're lucky."
Jasmine yanked the milk from the door of the fridge and forced on her sunniest smile. Jac could kill any good mood instantly and effortlessly.
"Then cornflakes it is."
Jac strode over to the hallway, snatching keys, a phone, a bag and a jacket from the various chairs and side tables where they resided, before turning to Jas.
"I'm at work until 5, and then I've got to go and pick Emma up from nursery. I take it from your attire that you're not starting until later, so I'll leave some dinner out for when you're back."
Jas nodded and smiled, still clutching the milk "Okay, thanks Jac, have a good-"
She was interrupted by the slamming of the front door.
"-day."
