She stood there, floored and shocked at what she heard. She didn't want to
believe it, but yet she did. She knew it, but now he said it, to her face,
he told her exactly how he felt, even if it was something said in pain and
anger, it was something that he felt. She regained control of her body and
let out the breath she'd been holding since he stormed out of her office.
She knew that what she had said had hurt him. She knew that he was inching
his way closer to her.
And she knew that she had led him on, that she had let him believe that he had a chance, that she had finally warmed to him. She considered him one of her best friends, but she couldn't picture herself with him. She knew that he had truly thought that he had a chance, if nothing else to open himself up to her, give them a chance to really get to know each other. They both knew that she didn't want to go back to England, not after all she went through to come back.
She opened the door that he had so violently closed after him and walked out into the hall looking for where the short surgeon could have escaped to. She wanted to talk to him, to apologize to him, but she quickly turned back around and sat down in her office, looking at the half packed room, the three boxes already packed, the last one still sitting open, the one he had been working on. What he had just told her had been a shock to her. She had almost expected it, but at the same time, she couldn't have thought of it in her wildest dreams.
And she had flat out told him he had no chance with her. She had told him that she didn't want him, or anyone else for that matter. She knew he had overreacted, but at the same time, he had a reason to be angry at her. She had led him on, she had allowed him to do all those things that she had retreated from just months before. She had let him touch her, she had let him see her cry, she had sobbed openly to him, she had led him to believe that he actually had something going for him.
She was torn between going to look for him, knowing full well that he wouldn't want to see her now, and staying put, waiting for him to come to her. She chose the latter option only so long as it took her to finish packing up the desk. She moved the box over to where the other three stood near the door. She could get maintenance, or if all else failed, Luka and some of his pals to help her carry them down later. She looked back at the desk, devoid of all of her presence, it was just another empty office, ready for the next chief of surgery to move into it.
She slipped out of the door and into the hallway, her eyes scanning for the familiar glint off of his pale bald head that would give him away. Not finding it, she checked the ER, before resorting to the last place she thought she could find him, up on the roof, looking out to the city below. "Go away." He said, not even turning around. She knew he wanted to be alone, but she wanted to talk to him. She had hurt him, and she didn't want to leave with her and the man she considered one of her closest friends on bad terms.
And she knew that she had led him on, that she had let him believe that he had a chance, that she had finally warmed to him. She considered him one of her best friends, but she couldn't picture herself with him. She knew that he had truly thought that he had a chance, if nothing else to open himself up to her, give them a chance to really get to know each other. They both knew that she didn't want to go back to England, not after all she went through to come back.
She opened the door that he had so violently closed after him and walked out into the hall looking for where the short surgeon could have escaped to. She wanted to talk to him, to apologize to him, but she quickly turned back around and sat down in her office, looking at the half packed room, the three boxes already packed, the last one still sitting open, the one he had been working on. What he had just told her had been a shock to her. She had almost expected it, but at the same time, she couldn't have thought of it in her wildest dreams.
And she had flat out told him he had no chance with her. She had told him that she didn't want him, or anyone else for that matter. She knew he had overreacted, but at the same time, he had a reason to be angry at her. She had led him on, she had allowed him to do all those things that she had retreated from just months before. She had let him touch her, she had let him see her cry, she had sobbed openly to him, she had led him to believe that he actually had something going for him.
She was torn between going to look for him, knowing full well that he wouldn't want to see her now, and staying put, waiting for him to come to her. She chose the latter option only so long as it took her to finish packing up the desk. She moved the box over to where the other three stood near the door. She could get maintenance, or if all else failed, Luka and some of his pals to help her carry them down later. She looked back at the desk, devoid of all of her presence, it was just another empty office, ready for the next chief of surgery to move into it.
She slipped out of the door and into the hallway, her eyes scanning for the familiar glint off of his pale bald head that would give him away. Not finding it, she checked the ER, before resorting to the last place she thought she could find him, up on the roof, looking out to the city below. "Go away." He said, not even turning around. She knew he wanted to be alone, but she wanted to talk to him. She had hurt him, and she didn't want to leave with her and the man she considered one of her closest friends on bad terms.