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Chapter 6

The two of them stood and stared at each other for a few moments, there was feeling of warmth between them, Zoe smiled and stepped forward whilst Nick took a step back.

"Zoe if that was you just now in the corridor I thinks its extremely unethical" stuttered Nick "we are colleagues, nothing more"

Zoe took a step away and gave him a confused glance "what are talking about?" She questioned.
"Just now, you well you.."
"What Nick?" She snapped sounding even more confused.

Clearly Zoe was a very good actress or the mystery women wasn't her. But who else could it have been?
Nick made his excuses and left retreating back to his office, sat at his desk he tried to think back to see if he could remember anything that would give a clue as to who had just given him the best feeling in months.

He couldn't recall a scent, a touch nothing.
He sat racking his brains always coming to the same conclusion - nothing, nobody, no clues, nothing!
Whoever it was clearly didn't want to be noticed, he had a coffee and returned to the ED reception.

Nothing was happening.
"Your eyes are as deep as oceans of which I would gladly drown" came a voice from behind the desk, it was big Mac.
"What on earth are you banging on about Mackenzie?" Asked Nick trying not to sound to interested.
"Oh this is my poem for the woman in my life" he answered

Nick grunted and hurried off towards cubicles in search of something interesting to deal with, entering the first cubicle he came to, he was confronted by an elderly gentleman throwing up in a bed pan.
"Not for me" muttered Nick hurrying onto the next one.

He pulled the curtain back and walked in.
"Ah about time! Iv been sat here like a lemon for the best part of 2 hours" yelled the elderly scottish women "I'd expect this from some third world, run down shanty town clinic but..."
"What seems to be the problem madame?" Ask Nick abruptly cutting her off.

"Iv got Cancer" answered the woman.
Nick took a step forward "have you now?" he questioned seemingly uninterested, this was all he needed a patient self diagnosing herself, clearly she wouldn't be remotely interested in anything he had to say.

"Oesophagus cancer" the woman continued starting to quieten down a little "iv not been able to eat for weeks" Nick began to examine her as she talked on "I got diagnosed six months ago, iv had a barium swallow and a biopsy, I was offered treatment but at my time of life I figured there was no point, and seeing as the cancer was spreading fast I..."

"Spreading?" Said Nick.
"Why yes spreading" she answered with a dry cough.
"Gone to ma poor wee lungs it has" she continued.
Nick narrowed his eyes as he could smell cigarettes and alcohol on her breath "Madame if you have either or both of these cancers do you really think that drinking and smoking are going to help matters?"

The women sat up straight and shot him a look of utter disgust "excuse me Mr suit" she protested "I'm 83! I say 83 you know! Smoked and drank all me life, now I'm dying, I'm not about to stop now, I'd rather die laughing than crying"

Nick shook his head "I better get your notes" he informed her walking out and over to reception.

"Nick"
He turned to be confronted by Zoe, she smiled at him "you look a bit tired"
"I'm fine" he snapped shuffling papers about "oh does nobody know how to keep patients records in order here!" He continued dropping a pile of papers on the floor.
Zoe bent down to help him pick them up.
"Doctor Hannah please leave it, I'm perfectly capable of ..."
"Alright keep your hair on" she spat getting up and hurrying off clearly upset.

"Zoe I'm sorry" yelled Nick frustrated running his hand through his sweat soaked hair.
"Take a break" came a voice from behind him, it was Louise, she stood smiling at him.
"Are you my boss?" He questioned.
"No but i"
"Well butt out of my business!" He instructed retrieving the notes he needed and heading away back to cubicles.

Later at home he sat picking away at an oven meal at his posh, shinning glass table, he wasn't enjoying the meal, he wasn't even hungry, he was confused, the ED had never been this stressful, the regrets about coming back had started to creep in.

"I really need to learn how to cook" he muttered moving the food around the plate like an anorexic school child.
His eyes shifted to a book shelf to the left of him containing an array of cook books he had acquired on his travels, reading through recipes was as far as he'd got.

Suddenly the door bell rang, for a moment he thought about ignoring it but something told him not to, he took his plate to the sink and proceeded to open the door, it was Zoe, dressed in a beautiful purple dress and black high heels, her hair was down and glowing like her eyes.

"Wow Zoe, what's the occasion?" Nick asked almost speechless, he had almost forgotten about the awkwardness between them.
"Oh these old rags, I always knock about in these" she laughed strutting past him and inviting herself in, she placed her bag on the sofa and a bottle of wine on the table.
"I just wanted us to talk" she said heading towards the kitchen to fetch some glasses and a bottle opener.

It was then she saw the remains of Nick's chopped up oven meal "what did that use to be?" She questioned taking a closer look.
"That was my dinner" he informed opening the wine and filling the two glasses which Zoe had set down on the side.

They sat down together on the sofa side by side, they drank quickly, in silence, but before long, mellowed by the wine, they were sipping more slowly.
The warmth of Nick's flat relaxed them both, light was shinning through the window, filling the room with shadows and giving the room an eternal glow.

The awkward atmosphere between them was soon lost, as the night went on they got closer and closer on the sofa, soon another bottle was opened which Nick gladly produced, he told Zoe stories of his time away, she loved them, she felt so close to him, and he was starting to feel the same.

"I missed you when I was away" slurred Nick in a slightly tipsy state.
Zoe smiled "I missed you to" she confessed as butterflies fluttered round her stomach.

She excused herself and went to the toilet to cool down, she was sure she had started blushing, her face felt like it was on fire.
She was making her way out of the loo when Nick ushered her back in and shut the door, he turned the lock and pressed himself against her, driving his tongue into her mouth, she could feel his hard, pulsing erection against her thigh, kissing her deeply, Nick whispered "I know it was you in the corridor"

"Yes" Zoe moaned reluctantly "it was me, I wanted you so much"
He smiled and pulled up her dress, unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts with his hands, she moaned, parting her legs as his hand dropped inside her knickers.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps, followed by a rap on the door. They froze and exchanged glances.

"Who the fuck is in my flat?" whispered Nick...

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