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Sorry for abandoning this over christmas! Been busy as im sure you all have, but still not over Leddi so obviously am continuing! Please review and please please tell me if I am waffling! I have a tendacy of writing something and then going off on a tangent, so please do be honest!

Part 7

His hours or heartache soon turned into days. Days soon turned into weeks and before he knew it one whole month had passed since her swift departure. Not that it felt that quick to him. Every second tormenting him, everything on the ward reminding him of her. Every cured patient tainted by the absence of her 'inspector' skills.

He sat at the nurses station during a quiet night shift and glanced around at each patient on the ward. Disregarding his medical knowledge, he actually knew nothing about any of them. If Eddi had been around chances are he'd probably know their shoe size by now. He missed how she brought the ward to life. She found each patients voice and heard the story they had to tell.

She took it upon herself to make her job that little bit more interesting and sometimes she'd stumble across a hilarious story as to how an injury occurred. Naturally, she'd share the stories with Luc causing her to be on the receiving end of one of his rare grins, much to her delight.

Leaning back on his chair folding his arms he remember how he was sat in the very same spot when she once told him it took more muscles to frown than it did to smile. She teased at how he'd gain wrinkles far more quickly then she would. He couldn't recall his exact response but he knew it was something sarcastic about him being a 'Doctor' and how he had 'real' medical issues to deal with.

Truth is, despite his constant sarcastic responses, he valued to every word she said. He often found himself in his campervan reading or in his lab doing research when his mind drifted to something she had said earlier. Of course it had caused him to be a little behind on his work but he was glad she was the reason. If only he had told her when he had the chance.

Nothing would have changed her mind that day. The day she left. Not even love stopped her despite his rare exposure of emotion. He didn't believe in 'soul mates' or things that were 'meant to be'. No. He believed in life. Either it was or it wasn't and only you, yourself can change it. Deep down he knew that's why he kissed her. He was never a man to live a 'What if...?' type of lifestyle and he wasn't going to start with her.

His life now reflected that of a book he once read. 'The butterfly effect' its content suggesting that something as small as a butterfly flapping its wings had the potential to alter the path of a tornado. Had the butterfly not fluttered its wings perhaps the tornado would have taken a different route and everything in its original path would have been saved.

If he hadn't kissed her that day in lab perhaps his absence wouldn't have thrown her into Max's arms. Maybe she would have been strong enough to see right through him. His thoughts ran round in circles just thinking about things that shouldn't have happened, events that could have been prevented by such small changes.

That very book had travelled most the world with him and thinking back perhaps it would have been a better book to have left behind for her. He smiled. She never would have read it anyway. Much too stubborn but he loved her for it.

He leaned forward and stared into the blank computer screen in front of him. Examining his skin using his fingers to prod at his face, he noticed he had gained an extra wrinkle. He glided a finger over the small yet noticeable indentation upon his forehead. He'd guessed its cause. Even he himself had noticed the extra glint of sadness in his eyes. He'd been frowning a lot since she left, but here his face staring back at him in the darkness of the screen, he began to unleash one of his rare smiles as he appreciated the ageing mark. She had certainly left her mark on him.

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