Author note: Sorry it has taken me so long to update! I am planning to write a new chapter every week… not leave it another year and a bit haha. Enjoy!
Connor P.O.V
The patient notes in front of me blur over as I think about how I walked away from Sarah the night before. Funny how the tables have turned, inwardly sighing to myself. Why couldn't Amelia have lived? The torment was still as present as it had been just over a year ago. A ginger head broke my reverie as I thought about her dark hair with perfect little curls and bright green eyes that welcomed me each morning for six amazing months.
"Hey, I need to talk to you. Privately." Will Halstead and myself had never had the best relationship, but the serious look on his face urged me to invite him to the break room. It was halfway through our night shift, so we wouldn't be disturbed. Panic floods my face, praying that he had not overheard mine and Sarah's conversation from five days earlier.
I sit down gesturing for Will to take the other seat, wringing my hands in front of me. Ready to face my demons.
"I was walking towards the break room a few nights ago…" Will trails off, I start to shudder, I know where this conversation is going. Me, Sarah, Amelia. The death. The pain. The failed marriage. For goodness sakes, I'm still married to Sarah, he knows it all.
"I could have sworn I heard you speaking to Robin, I didn't realise you still spoke..." A brief relief washes over me, maybe he doesn't know as much as I thought, but why Robin, I thought to myself.
"I don't know how to say this, well… ask this actually, but do you have a daughter?" Pain ebbs in my mind as I try to think about how to speak about the most painful moment of my life. For once I am speechless, shocked, why didn't I check the hallway? It had been empty, hadn't it? I was so stunned that I did not hear the door to the break room slam open, until a familiar voice said "wait, what! You have a daughter?"
I turned around to see Ava's shocked expression and the blood once again drained from my face.
Sarah P.O.V
As I walked out of the 26th cubicle of the shift, I couldn't help but notice that my estranged husband, Will and Ava were all standing around the break room.
I ambled slowly towards them, my first test as the new Head of Trauma, I was running through what I would say in my mind, would I mention the piles of patients waiting to be seen or the fact they'd each taken a break in the last hour?
As the frustration grew, it all faded away as I heard the dreaded statement "wait Connor, you have a daughter." Going numb as I heard him correct Ava to "I had a daughter."