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Jo sat right back down in her seat and glared at the back wall of PJ's office. Once again, she was not needed. Once again she was stuck here. She opened the report once, and then closed it again. She'd do it later tonight, no hurry now. She turned around to face PJ, who by now was back in his seat, and put the report back on his desk. Well, she actually pretty much slammed it down with just a bit too much force than was intended. In doing so, a photo frame slid off the desk and onto the floor, where it smashed.
"God! I'm so sorry PJ! Wait, I'll fix it up," Jo said in a hurried voice, shocked at what just happened and completely forgetting her previous anger.
"No, you stay there, I don't want anything else broken!" He said with a laugh. He walked out of the room and got a brush and pan, returning quickly to sweep up the shattered fragments of glass. Jo felt a bit embarrassed now, not shocked nor angry. 'Oh no,' she thought to herself. 'Now what's he going to think of me?'.
PJ, who didn't look nearly half as concerned about the photo as Jo did, set to work sweeping away the glass. When he'd finished all that remained on the floor was the photo frame, face-down on the floor. PJ stood up and walked out of the room to empty the shards of glass from the pan. Jo picked up the photo frame and, in doing this, cut the front of her finger on an undetected piece of glass from underneath the frame.
"Shit!" she cursed. She'd got quite a cut, and from such a tiny piece of glass that it surprised her. It was proving to be a very painful cut at least and, hearing her shout, PJ came back into the room.
"Jo, Jo are you ok?" he said concern spread all over his face.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a small cut, nothing I haven't handled before." She said in a brave voice, though the pain must have severed through her words because PJ wasn't convinced.
"Look, why don't we get that cleaned up, you're bleeding." He said in a soothing voice. He moved her back into the other room and fished out the First Aid Kit.
"I'm fine PJ!" said Jo, a little more forcefully this time.
"I know, I know…I just don't want you getting hurt." PJ said quickly, fumbling around in the First Aid Kit. Jo went a light shad of scarlet at this. She thought, 'Why is he so worried about my cut? It's nothing! He's making such a big deal about it…and why doesn't he want me getting hurt? Does he like me? Does he like me a lot? Does he maybe…love me?...Shut up Jo, of course he doesn't love you.'
"There we go…" PJ said a few minutes later, once Jo's cut had been cleaned and covered, totally unaware to what thoughts were going through Jo's mind.
"Thanks PJ, but I could have done it myself." Jo said feeling a bit like a damsel in distress.
"No doubt you could have, but it's not as easy with only one hand." PJ smiled, which sent Jo into the best of spirits. She couldn't help but smile too, as bandaged and embarrassed as she was.
"True, True…although I never picked you as a Medic…" Jo teased.
"Hey, some pretty good looking guys are doctors." He said pointing his finger at her in a 'and don't you forget' way.
She grinned and sat back down at her desk, heartily agreeing with this last statement on PJ's part, and not paying too much attention to what happened for the rest of the day.
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