Guardian Chapter 11
Four days passed in the blink of an eye. John had thought through what he was going to say at nearly every waking moment. He had only seen Mycroft about three times since he read the letter, but every time he had, he had thanked him profusely. Mycroft had just smiled and told him that it was no trouble at all. The tall red haired man had seemed much happier since John had cheered up. John assumed happiness was contagious.
Before he knew it, John was waiting outside an interview room. He was the only one sitting in the blue fuzzy seats, but a selection of doctors and nurses in medical uniform hurried busily past him now and again. Even after all the interviews John had been to, he could still feel worry building up inside of him. He exhaled slowly in an attempt to be rid of it. Finally, a blond woman in a well fitted suit appeared from around a door frame.
John had never felt like he was good in interviews. He could never work out how to balance out smiling so he didn't look unfriendly, yet at the same didn't look like a psychopath.
The woman sitting in front of him smiled reassuringly. She told him how highly he had been spoken of.
'Oh, Mycroft!' thought John with a smile. John was asked questions like "What could you bring to the job?" and "How are you at dealing with stressful situations?" The ex-army doctor answered as truthfully as he could, and a couple of questions later the blond woman stood up, thanked him for his time and told him they'd be in touch.
For the next two days, John waited. He began to believe that he would never get the job. After a day, he was sure of it. All of that changed when the letter arrived.
John woke to find a brown envelope on his bedside table. He initially thought it was another note from Mycroft as he was sure it was far too early for post to arrive. To his surprise it was from the health centre. As he read further into the letter, his surprise turned to delight. He had been given the job. Even after all the time he had spent skulking around Mycroft's house, he had still been given it. He laughed in disbelief. John re-read the letter to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. He had got the job...
The next time John saw Mycroft, he nearly cried he was so thankful. Mycroft just said his usual "It was no trouble." John doubted that the man knew how much the job meant to him. After he had saved up enough money, he could finally live his life without being a burden to anyone. He would finally be free.
Two weeks into the job and John was loving it. He was just seeing patients with coughs and colds right now, maybe the occasional back ache but it was much more enjoyable than spending all his time at Mycroft's house.
AN: Hello again! I'm really sorry for not posting last week. Exams and such are getting in the way :( That will probably be the reason for if I only post every two weeks, but we'll see how it goes. :)
Thanks for reading