Alicia and Ethan left for work. Alicia was assigned to cubicles and Ethan was on resus.
All day there was a sense of tension between both of them. Each time Alicia tried to talk to Ethan. He just said;
"Sorry I'm busy..."
At this point Alicia just gave up and went to the toilets. She had a panic attack and the room was just spinning. She'd never felt like this and felt so ill.
She went into a toilet stall just incase anyone came in. She was in tears and sniffling and breathing very fast. She heard the door open and attempted to compose herself.
It didn't work.
"Hello?" The voice said. "Are you okay?"
Alicia didn't answer but she took a glimpse through the crack in the door and saw Connie's high, red soled Christian Louboutin heels. Alicia wanted a pair of these so badly, she just didn't have the money...
"Are you okay?" Connie repeated.
"Yeah, I'm fine" Alicia said sniffling.
Alicia composed herself and came out the toilet. She had a tear stained face and Connie was concerned. She knew Alicia hadn't been herself recently.
"So are you going to tell me what's up?" Connie said a little bit unsympathetically.
Connie didn't tend to be sympathetic to her doctors but it was just the way she was
"I'm fine just stuff at home with jess and jasmine and the accident and all that". Alicia said whilst wiping her face.
Connie knew not to push her doctors in confiding with her so she just left it and said "I'm always here if you need to talk"
"Thank you" Alicia replied.
The next few hours in work were hard for Alicia. But that was her job. She knew it would make her crack at times but she didn't realise it would be this bad. She felt... isolated, alone, worthless.