A/N: I'm so sorry about how long I've left this – I've been struggling with my own mental health lately and I've had to focus on that. Anxiety and depression is not fun! But I'm doing a bit better now, so I'm going to try and start updating again. I can't guarantee how regularly I'll be able to update, but I'll do my best! So, here is the long overdue Chapter 4!

Cara rubbed her face with her hands as she leant her forehead against the cool metal of her locker. She had done it. She had made it through her shift without any upsets.

What, do you think that's something to be proud of? Why do you make things so difficult? Just snap out of it and stop making yourself feel like this.

Cara shook her head to try and get rid of the thoughts running through her head. She hated that every time that she felt like she'd done something well; her head had to give her a reality check. Who was she kidding? Everybody else could make it through a shift without a problem. She shouldn't be considering it to be such an achievement.

She took a quick glance out of the window in the door of the locker room, and smiled slightly as she saw Raf chatting to a patient in bed 5. Luckily, she hadn't needed him today. It had been so busy she doubted that he would have been able to take a break anyway. They weren't even able to have lunch together because Raf had been called away to emergency surgery.

Well, he says it was an emergency. Maybe he just used it as an excuse to avoid seeing you. Can you blame him? You'd have only put a dampener on his day.

Cara sighed. Who was she kidding? Of course he wouldn't want to see her. Grabbing her bag, she swung it over her shoulder and left the hospital, ready to head home.

Raf sighed as he saw Cara leaving. He was hoping to have had chance to see her before she left at the end of her shift. He felt really guilty that he hadn't been able to make time for her today, but a patient had been rushed in with a burst appendix and he was the only surgeon available at the time. He had worked through his lunch and hadn't really stopped since. Thankfully his shift had finished, and so he grabbed his jacket and car keys and headed out. Maybe if he hurried, he could still catch her.

As Raf left the hospital, he stopped as he realised he needn't have worried about rushing. Sat on the bench just outside the hospital, leant back, eyes half closed, was Cara. Raf walked over and sat down beside her.

Cara, feeling movement next to her, went to move away from the person who had sat a little too close to her. Opening her eyes fully, she relaxed when she saw that it was Raf, and leant back once again against the backrest of the wooden bench.

"Hi," Raf greeted her, "How are you feeling?"

Cara played with her fingers slightly as she decided whether to lie to him or not. Deciding to go with a half-truth, she kept her answer short.

"I'm okay, just tired."

Raf nodded.

"That's understandable. I 'm sorry I wasn't around much today. I really wanted to have lunch with you and check in, but I had an emergency surgery at lunch time. I ever did eat, I'm starving!"

Cara smiled slightly. "Don't worry about it, I know you're busy."

"So, what are you doing out here?" Raf asked. "I thought you'd be on your way home by now."

"You're right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you when you've had a busy day. I'll see you tomorrow."

As Cara stood up to leave, Raf reached up and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her back down to sit down next to him.

"That's not what I meant," he said as he tried to make eye contact with her. "I wouldn't have stopped and sat down if I didn't want to talk to you. I was just wondering why you were sat on a bench when you could be curled up on your sofa at home."

Cara bit her lip as she forced herself to answer him honestly.

"I've been okay today, I've been feeling a bit low and my anxiety levels have been through the roof, but I've coped. But I feel like I've used up all my energy today. My body just feels so heavy and the thought of having to drive home, cook dinner, even just moving from the living room to the bedroom, and getting changed to go to bed? I don't think I have the energy."

Raf put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a quick hug.

"Thank you for telling me all that. I know how hard it must have been for you. How about I drive you home? I would feel better knowing that you got home safe, and we could order takeaway so you don't have to cook anything for yourself. I'll even throw away the boxes for you."

Cara shook her head quickly and pushed herself away from him.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't want to put you on the spot like that. I can cope; you shouldn't have to waste another evening on me because I can't just pull myself together like I should."

Raf shook his head. "I promise you, I want to help you. We could watch a film if you want. I won't make you talk, or have a conversation or anything like that. I know how exhausted you must be. But let me get you home safe, and make sure you eat something, and we can go from there. Okay?"

Cara nodded, and went to stand up. But the emotions of the day had taken its toll on her, and she swayed slightly in exhaustion. Luckily Raf had stood up next to her, and quickly wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against his side. Dropping a quick kiss on her head, he said, "Here, wrap your arm around my waist, and lean on me. It's okay, I've got you."

Cara did as she was told, and walked with Raf back to his car, relieved that she had him next to her to keep her upright.