A/N: Look I updated! And this time it only took me... seven months. Well at least that's better than nearly a year like last time. I'm hoping to have the next chapter up by or during May sooo we'll see. Thank you to Yankeecountess for beta-ing this for me you rock girl!

Also this chapter takes place roughly a week after the last chapter. Thanks to everyone who is still reading this story. You are far too kind!

Sybil could hear the commotion behind the closed door of her office. Frowning, she pushed off of her rolling chair and opened the door. Everyone in the clinic was moving around, despite no incident being announced on the PA system.

She could see Nurse Smith rushing towards her. "Anna, what's happening?"

She followed Anna, who quickly replied, "Nasty car accident. They need you in emergency room three immediately!"

Sybil frowned; she hadn't heard any announcement. "I'm sorry I didn't hear the PA go off. How long have they been waiting?"

Anna groaned, "PA system busted. We have someone coming to fix it but they won't be here for another hour. They just brought the patients in."

Sybil nodded, running towards the emergency room. "How many?"

"One alive; the passenger died on impact. The driver has some serious internal injuries. Four fractured ribs, left lung punctured, internal bleeding, and a broken arm."

"Bloody hell," Sybil cursed.

Turning the corner, Sybil could see three nurses prepping the patient. Storming into the room, Sybil quickly took charge, first moving over the patient to see how bad the ribs were.

The bruising against his chest was bad, very bad—almost black. Slipping on a pair of gloves, she gently pressed against his rib cage, checking to see how bad his lungs were.

Things weren't good.

"Nurse Barrow, how long until the oxygen tube is ready?"

"Give me thirty seconds, doc."

She nodded, putting on her stethoscope and checking his heartbeat.

His heartbeat was in the expected range for the situation.

"Ready doc," Barrow announced as he gave her the tube.

Inserting the tube, Sybil and Barrow moved forward with the operation.

Sybil left out a sigh of relief as she walked out of the emergency room. Her patient was in the clear. He would need to stay there for a day or two before he could be transferred to a major hospital to be safe, but for the foreseeable future, he would be alright.

"You did alright in there."

She turned to see Barrow leaning against the wall with his arms crossed

Leaning against the wall likewise, she smiled back. "Thank you; you did good in there as well."

Barrow shook his head. "I have to say, when you first came in I was sure you were another posh doc just looking for another thing to put on your resume, but I was wrong." He smiled then. "I didn't want to admit it until now but I've seen you work. You're a hard-worker and a great doctor."

She felt her heart warm at his sentiment. "Thank you, Barrow."

"Call me Thomas."

"Please call me Sybil."

Tom had just finished with a human interest interview not too far from town in the more countryside like area. He was skimming through his notes on his way to his next interview when he saw them.

Patches of the wild red dahlia flowers.

She was crouched down on the side of the road smiling down at the flowers. She turned her head towards him, smiling so brightly it took his breath away. "Aren't these beautiful Tom?"

He smiled at the memory. They had been walking through town a few days ago, looking for somewhere to eat when she saw the flowers.

He thought of her; an image of Sybil leaning down to smell the flowers before giving him a beaming smile.

He crouched down and began to pick a patch of flowers, hoping Sybil would be in her room when he dropped them off before his next interview.

Signing off on the last of her patient files, Sybil dropped them at the nurses station and headed to the locker room to change.

She sighed happily at the events of the day. She got a lot of paperwork done, her car accident patient was in stable condition, and she and Barrow were getting along, in fact she would go on and say they were on the road to being friends.

As she slipped off her scrubs, she wished Tom would be there for her to tell.

They have been spending so much time together, lately. Going to the market and looking at all the stalls, eating together at the hotel or going out for dinner, late night talks, walking around and exploring the town, and even staying in and watching tele together.

She was glad that they had met. She couldn't imagine enjoying this experience so much with any other friend.

'And that is all he is,' she reminded herself. 'A friend.'

Shaking her head, Sybil slipped on her light summery dress. Quickly grabbing her things, she walked as fast as she could out the door before breaking into a jog.

Smiling widely, she focused on her thoughts from earlier. 'I can't wait to talk to him!'

Taking a deep breath Tom looked over the note.

Dear Sybil,

Saw these and couldn't help but think of you.

Yours,

Tom

Was the "yours" too much? Maybe he should have added "truly" after all. Or should he have written "sincerely", instead?

Tom sighed and checked his watch. It was too late to change the note anyways.

Putting down the pen, he checked the string he tied around the bouquet. Taking another deep breath, he left his suite and walked to her door, carefully placing the flowers in front of it.

He felt a weight lift off his shoulders at the action.

As he turned and walked towards the stairs, his nerves faded away. It was out of his hands now. Either she liked it or she didn't.

He walked down the stairs and thought about how they were together. How easy they were together and the way her eyes shined when she saw him.

He had been told time after time he was cocky, but something told him this time she felt the same.

The thought made him smile as he reached the bottom step.

Crossing the lobby, he couldn't help but overhear someone talking to the receptionist.

"…Can't you call up to her room to see if she's there? I know Sybil is staying here."

Tom stopped as the receptionist shook his head.

The dark haired man huffed and turned around.

He took a step towards the man. "Sorry, but are you talking about Sybil Crawley?"

The man sighed in relief. "Yes, do you know where she is? I'm looking for her."

"She should be at the clinic right now but…" he glanced at his watch, "she'll be back soon. Sybil usually gets back about now."

The man grinned and moved to shake his hand. "Thank you, Mr...?"

"Tom Branson." He returned the shake. "And you?"

"Larry Grey, Sybil's boyfriend."