Flashback
Isobel had just finished her rounds and gone for a cup of coffee in the nurses rooms when her best friend Charlotte came through the door. Her mood was better than Isobel's going by the spring in her step and the grin plastered across her face. Giving her time to brew her own cup and finish listening to a song on her ipod, Isobel was lost into what she called lala land when her friend made her snap out of it.
"Earth to Isobel! Where are you? You seem like a thousand miles away!" the brown haired girl teased as she plopped herself down on the opposite beanbag and regarded her with curious hazel eyes.
"Yeah, not the best morning today...what has you so cheerful anyhow?" asked Isobel wryly as she hit a 3-pointer when throwing her disposable cup before grabbing a piece of paper from the pine table before starting to doodle.
"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Demanded the hazel eyed nurse before taking a seat at the corner of the table. "Did rounds go badly today?"
"Badly?" Snorted Isobel derisively "Badly...oh no it was great. Freaking fantastic. I arrive late only to get an ear torn off by my father. I managed to sprint before he got the chance to introduce me to this new slime ball only to discover how Riha screwed up all the charts and paper work. I almost killed a man because of her and needless to say doctor Robert was not impressed. I do my job well damn it! It is so unfair when you get screwed over by someone who is supposed to be your colleague then end up getting the short end of the stick because of their incompetence." Finishing her venting, Isobel rested her forehead on her folded arms. "How come you're so happy today anyhow?"
"What is NOT to be happy about? Have you seen the blonde god yet? I thought you might have given that he was hired by your father. I'm telling you Isobel he is delicious." chirped Charlotte, her brow furrowing as she noticed her friends violent movements as she drew.
"Just because my father knows him, doesn't mean that I would know him and if he likes him than chances are I won't no matter how good looking he might be. He is probably some jumped up doctor from hell who thinks nurses are his maids and with no manners whatsoever." snapped Isobel, hurling the piece of paper a the dustbin.
End Flashback
Richard got out of his Porsche Cayenne, bag in one hand and keys in the other. Relieved after his shift and his head a bit lighter after a couple of whiskeys at his favourite pub, the 38 year old was looking forward to spending a quiet evening with his young wife. Granted, things between them had been a little strained between them and he was willing to admit it was because of him.
He had no right to be tense or unhappy, he had a secure situation financially, the girl of his dreams and a job he was born to do. And yet, it was specifically this which was weighing on him - he was not sure he measured up to it.
Entering the modern bungalow, he put his keys on the marble table and made a beeline for the shower. He wanted to make this up to Isobel. If she was in the mood, he was planning the perfect date for her. Dinner at that quaint restaurant with the fancy wines that made her favourite cheese cake, a drive to a creek nearby - the place where she took refuge after her mother died and where he proposed. He couldn't wait to make more memories with her...
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bedroom door shut over the tapping of water.
Getting out of the glass cubicle before reaching for the towel, Richard dried his hair a bit before opening the door. Isobel was just putting her favourite jumper on, a blue jumper which was orginally his. It was evidently too big for her but she looked adorable to him...it reached just about the tops of her knees and she had made it hers soon after they married. She had gotten a fever a few weeks after her honeymoon and he had changed her in it after a shower as the fabric was quite soft and he wanted her to be comfortable. He never worn it since and that was just fine with him. It smelled like vanilla icecream...like Isobel.
Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he placed a kiss at the back of her neck feeling her relax in his hold.
"We haven't had a matching shift in a while, what do you say we take advantage and go for a date." The quirky smile on his face vanished when Isobel turned around. She had bags under her eyes, her colour was gone and her eyes couldn't quite reach his.
Lifting her chin with her index finger he made her look at him "Isobel what's wrong?"
AN: Sorry about this being a bit late but it is also a bit longer so I hope it makes up for it. Let me know if you want more :)
