Two chapters in one day, who knew!
Why did she have to form relationships in the work place? Reflecting, she should have probably learnt from her past experiences. But no, yet again she let it happen, and it wasn't as if anything substantial had actually come from them, except sadness. She knew that depriving Jonny of the truth would never result in anything good. If she had thought with any rationality in the first place, she would have ignored the little voice in her head and told him as soon as she found out. But instead she stood - at four months pregnant – attempting to suck in the secret.
The secret that on two occasions, when the doctor was at her lowest point – she attempted to be rid of. The first time, she actually managed to get to the clinic, and was sat in the waiting room when she bottled it. The second, she only managed to book the appointment before changing her mind again. Whether she'd admit it or not, she had become attached to the formation within. Anxious about her growing feelings for her unborn child, she focused her attention to keeping it quiet.
However, keeping her little secret was becoming much more of a larger problem on a daily basis. She never expected to enlarge so quickly in such a short amount of time. Clearly all of those bourbon creams were finding their place. Shame the cravings had grown along with her waist line, she thought. It was lucky that scrubs weren't flattering to a woman's figure at all. Even so, she was finding it more of a struggle to hide the bump at work.
Staring into the toilet mirror, she attempts to stretch out her top, to no avail.
"Give me a break." Muttering, she mentally cursed herself for talking to the bump again. "I guess I'm holding you in for now then. You're going to be stubborn, just like your fath-" She cut herself off, her raging emotions rising to the surface. Having become used to the art of spontaneous crying, she quickly dabbed away the wetness and scanned her face for any sign of blotching.
Stepping out of the toilets moments later, Jac approached the patient she'd neglected for the sake of her changing appearance. Exhaling, she put on the ice covered mask and returned to her job with haste. An intrigued Oliver Valentine watched the consultant's movements from the nurses' station, curiously.
"I think there's something wrong with Jac." He pondered with boredom, watching the red head that was out of ear shot. It was something he had been thinking about for a while now – but really he was more interested in a quick bicker with Tara.
"Really, seems like her - um- normal self to me!" Rocking on the chair, to a normal person the excitable F1 would be extremely nauseating, but she delighted him.
"Something isn't right." Shrugging, he brushed it off and turned around to type on the computer.
Unbeknown to them, the transplant duo were behind them, listening to the gossiping juniors. Mo chirpily took the final chair and squished up next to Valentine to get in on the gossip herself.
"Problems with the Termi-Naylor then? Talk to Auntie Mo!" Grinning, she winked at Jonny who brushed it off, trying to hide his obvious glumness and failing to the trained eye. Even months after being dumped, he still felt the need to protect Jac when the bitching began.
"It's nothing." Oliver insisted. If he had suggested that he had grown know Jac over the years, they'd laugh him out of the room – or presume something that was more than true, a certain something he would never want the lovely Tara to ever get wind of.
"Well, I don't think that woman will ever change. She will always be a cold fish, it's how she works!"
Her Scottish friend sighed, wishing she would let up for once. Even when they were apart, Mo couldn't find herself being amicable with the woman, he didn't know why he even bothered trying.
"Why do you think there's something wrong with her?" Jonny asked, attempting not to sound like he was too interested. Oliver shrugged; his young attention span lacking.
"I don't know, she just seems…preoccupied."
"She might have better things to be thinking about than work." An innocent suggestion from Tara which gained an almighty snigger from Mo. Shaking her head, the registrar turned to face the F1.
"I think you're forgetting who our boss is, Dr Lo!" She scoffed.
"She could be up to old tricks again…Probably taken up another married consultant as a hobby in her spare time." Thinking aloud, Valentine didn't think the consequences of his words. Jac would kill him for mentioning a dodgier part of her past to somebody who wasn't already aware of it. His eyes widened at the realisation.
Mo laughed once more, but soon stopped when she saw the expression on her partner in crimes face.
"Jonny Mac…" She hollered after him as he strode away, a pang of guilt hitting her. He ignored her calls and headed towards his sanctuary of the peaceful locker room.
Closing the door behind him, he bathed himself in his torturous thoughts. It all fitted. Her strange behaviour, the guilt ridden looks, she was seeing someone else.
