So, hi guys. What's up? Do I sound weary, bored and in mild pain, because I kind of am! My brother, in his incompetence has landed himself in A&E for the second time this week, because he fell down the stairs on to me. The cruel irony. I got hurt more than he, but why should my parents give a damn, he's the one with the broken collar bone and now in A&E. I hope he's in agony. (Sorry. I'm a very bitter person.)
Anyhoo. I am proud to reveal that the new title for this spew of words that some of you seem to like is... (and trust me, I am SHIT at creating titles.)
'Life is short, and Caleb Knight is cute.'
(Yeah told you I'm bad, but I laughed. And got to reference Dr Who in a non-obvious fashion, because really, why would a casualty fanfic have dr who references?)
Hannah the Hobbit. (Oh, yeah that's my twitter name ( hannahisnotmad) so feel free to follow me if you want to hear my strange ramblings!)
(I love you guys... except you Lizzybethx. I don't like you...which is why you are my best friend, obviously.)
Lucie turned, her door half open. She looked at Cal's receding back and tapped the door handle nervously. She pondered for a moment.
"Erm, Cal?"
Cal turned around quickly, hopeful.
"You wouldn't, I dunno, want to get a drink or something?" Lucie offered, not really expecting a positive answer. Cal thought for a second.
"Sounds great." He agreed. Lucie nodded into her apartment.
"Just let me get changed." She said, before disappearing into the flat.
Cal's words were slurring as he spoke, but Lucie still managed to get the gist of his intentions.
"Caleb Knight, you would have to get me a hell of a lot drunker to get me to sleep with you." She laughed, sipping from the glass in her hand.
"And why is that?" Cal asked, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.
"Because," Lucie leant across the table to look at him. "You are pigheaded, arrogant, and the sort of guy that would sleep with a girl for a dare."
Cal waved away her reasons, denying them strongly.
"I would not!"
"Are you trying to tell me you didn't sleep with Lily Chao for 40 quid?" Lucie raised an eyebrow. Cal frowned.
"Who told you about that?" He asked.
"Not important."
"No, really. Lucie, Who?" Cal pressed. Lucie shrugged.
"Ethan, I guess?" She said uncertainly.
"You asked my BROTHER?" Cal demanded.
"Well, yeah! He would know if it were true." She defended herself.
"You could have just asked me!" Cal snapped. Lucie snorted.
"Because you are well known for telling the truth!" She shook her head and stood up. "Wow, Cal. You have not only proved yourself to be an unbelievable lightweight, an arsehole who sleeps with people for dares, but also a jealous dickhead."
She pulled on the black leather jacket walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"Home!"
Lucie's elbow rested on the reception desk as she let her head slump into her hands. Noel looked across at her. Lucie
tried to summon the energy to glare at him, but she couldn't seem to find any.
"Good morning?" Noel seemed to ask the statement, rather than say it.
"Is it?" Lucie groaned. "My head's killing me."
Noel grinned sneakily.
"So you'll be pleased to know, Mrs Beecham is on the warpath. And heading straight for you." He sat back down behind the desk as Lucie forced a pleasant demeanour on to her face.
"Dr Carter, do you have a minute?" Connie's voice insinuated there was only one correct answer.
"Nope, not even in the slightest but for fear of decapitation, for you Mrs Beecham? Anything." The oozing sarcasm most probably was going to come back to bite her, but frankly, Lucie couldn't care less.
"Drop the attitude." Connie warned, leading the way to her office.
"You are fully aware of the fact that you should not have continued your shift yesterday." Connie began.
"Why not, I was fine. I still am fine." Lucie interrupted.
"You had a minor concussion, working should not have been one of the things you were doing." Connie performed her usual disapproving frown. "However, that is not the main reason I called you in."
Lucie deflated slightly.
"Do enlighten me." She drawled. Connie's frown deepened.
"Dr Knight had to take care of one of your patients." She informed her. "The very same patient complained to Dr Knight of behaviour from you, that is completely unacceptable from hospital staff."
Lucie's head snapped up.
"Dr Knight?" She exclaimed. Connie waved her away.
"Lucie, I'm afraid if your behaviour does not change, I will have to issue you with a formal warning." She warned. Lucie didn't know where to look, her brain mostly focusing on the fact that Cal was talking about her to Connie. Bastard.
Cal strode into the small coffee shop, and stopped abruptly.
"Dr Carter." He greeted. Lucie inclined her head with a detached politeness, that was like a dagger to Cal's heart.
"Dr Knight." She replied stiffly. Honey peered at them curiously. Her mind whirred as Cal stepped closer to her,
"Look, about last night-" He began pathetically.
"I know, you were drunk, I was drunk. We didn't mean anything by it, so, forget about it." Lucie brushed off his hand. "Shit knows I'm trying to."
Honey handed her, her coffee as Cal stumbled for words.
"Here's your skinny latte Lola."
Lucie thanked her, too hungover, too pissed, too tired to correct her.
"Look, Lola-"
"Did you just fucking call me Lola?" Lucie spun around. Cal flinched. Lucie growled at him. "Rule number 37; Don't get a girl's name wrong."
She flaunted away, leaving Cal stuttering for an apology.
Honey wobbled over to the reception desk.
"What's going on between Lola and Cal?" She leaned on the counter, her arms jingling as the many bracelets jangled down them. Noel looked up at her;
"Who's Lola?" He frowned.
"She means Lucie." Louise said, condescendingly. Noel opened his mouth in understanding.
"Ah. What do you mean?" He slid his chair forwards, interest lighting up his face.
"I've got a bad vibe when they we-" she was rudely cut off as Max intervened.
"They've been ignoring each other all day, and they are both very hungover." He glared at Honey slightly. Honey didn't seem to notice.
"Then, just now. Cal was talking about something that happened between them last night." She said, secretively. Robyn, overhearing the last bit, moved closer.
"You don't think they slept together? I mean, hungover, avoiding each other, what," she nodded at Honey, "just said."
Max shrugged.
"Makes sense."
Louise shuffled the papers on her desk.
"Lucie doesn't seem like the type to do that though." She counteracted.
"Neither did Lily." Robyn, Max and Noel chorused.
"Neither did I, what exactly?" Lily asked coldly from behind Max. Worried glanced were exchanged as they all spun slowly to look at her.