Sat at the nurse's station, officially board out of my mind and eating a bright red apple. I was wearing my usual brown trousers, plain white shirt and hair up. As I munched on my healthy, I heard something rather familiar. A voice, a man's voice, where had I heard it before? I searched my mind yet I still couldn't put my finger on it. I bit into the juicy red fruit when he came into view. My eyes widened as he looked at me. It had been two days since I'd seen that handsome face and heard that sexy accent.

I began to choke on the apple and got a surprising thump on my back from my favourite incompetent F2. My embarrassing incident hadn't gone unnoticed by the sexy nurse. Wait he's a nurse? He told me he was neurosurgeon. He walked over to me, a large smile across his face and Elliott by his side.

'Ahh, Miss Naylor, this is Johnny Maconie. He's going to be the new transplant coordinator and is replacement for Nurse Lleucu Jones. Nurse Maconie meet cardiothoracic consultant Jac Naylor.' Said Elliott, hi broad smile growing ever bigger.

'Miss Naylor.' He said shaking my hand. 'Have we met?'

'No, I don't think so.' I replied, glaring at him.

'Are you sure, your face is familiar.' He said he was really pushing my buttons.

'I'm sure.' I said, successfully throwing my apple into the bin on the other side of the room.

'Well, I'll leave the two of you to become well acquainted. I believe that Miss Effanga is on her way.' Said Elliott, retreating to his office.

'What are you doing here?' I whispered harshly.

'Working.' He replied sarcastically.

'Piss off!' I said heading towards the staff room. I passed a pregnant woman on my way there.

'Hello. Can I help you?' I said, I didn't really care but I felt it was my duty to nose in on other's business.

'I hope so, I'm the new registrar.' She replied, I could already tell that she was a confident, bubbly pain up the ass.

'Great!' I said sarcastically walking into the staff room.

She followed saying 'Sorry, you are?'

'Cardiothoracic consultant Jac Naylor and if I'm not mistaken you're Ms Effanga, am I correct.' I said making myself a hot cup of coffee.

'Yes, but call me Mo. I need to find Mr Elliott Hope, where would I find him?' She asked, resting her hand on her bump.

'I need to go to the office so follow me.' I said walking away, Mo rushing to catch up. In the office, Elliott and Mo were discussing the hospital she used to work in when Johnny came in.

'Mo!' He said wrapping his arms around her. 'How are you?'

'You two know each other?' I asked an element of surprise in my voice.

'Yes, she's my best friend.' He said putting his arm around her.

'Well, what did you come in here for?' I asked rudely. 'This isn't a drop in centre.'

'You're needed on bay 3.' He said I followed him, thinking of what to see.

'As soon as we've finished with Mrs Flowers, we need to talk.' I whispered.

'Sure, where do you want to meat?' He asked I didn't want anywhere public so suggested the basement.

Mrs Flowers signed the consent form after a lot of persuasion. I'm fed up of the elderly fussing and panicking about everything! They really get on my nerves. Well, at least I was able to perform an aortic valve replacement on her later. I had about an hour to talk to Johnny and get on with some paperwork.

On my way down to the basement I thought about Sacha, I hadn't been to see him yet as he was still in a coma. Although there was no doubt that I was Sacha's best friend, I still felt like I would be intruding by going to see him. I knew that he was strong, yet I couldn't help thinking that he wasn't strong enough.

Johnny was stood leaning on the wall, a phone in his hands. He looked up at me as I cleared my throat. His emerald coloured eyes glistening in the small amount of light. He had a large smile across his handsome face. We just stood staring at each other. Something about him made me lose all sense of myself. The rest of my world was a complete blur.

'So you wanted to tell me something?' He said whatever I needed to say was long gone from my mind.

'Shut up and kiss me.' I said pressing my lips against his.

I drew apart long enough for him to say 'Are you sure?' I answered him by slipping my tongue into his mouth. He pushed me up against the cold wall, his hands on my hips. I not only wanted him, I needed him and I knew that he needed me too. His hands slid down my side and onto my thighs. He lifted me up and let me wrap my legs around him. I knew that we couldn't do anything here despite how much I wanted to.

I pulled my lips away and whispered 'My office, five minutes. Elliott's in theatre and I don't expect that Tara would want to disturb us.'

He kissed me again before letting me go; I walked away, a huge grin upon my face. I went straight to the lockers and grabbed my bag. I redid my makeup and changed my ugly hospital trainers to expensive black heels. I took my hair down from its messy bun and it fell perfectly around my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my auburn hair shone in the dim light, my bright red lips stood out against my pale white skin. I breathed in before leaving.

I passed Oliver along the corridor; he looked at me, a bewildered expression on his face. 'Miss Naylor?' He said confusedly. 'You look, well… nice. No, that's not the word, you look beautiful.'

Well, I haven't felt this flattered for a while. 'Sucking up will get you nowhere.' I said harshly, I don't remember the last time that he actually gave me a compliment so I couldn't be expected to except one out of the blue.

'No seriously. I'm not being a suck up, you do look lovely.' He said kindly.

'Well, thank you.' I said. To be honest, it felt odd actually thanking someone.

I realised that I needed to meet Johnny so left Oliver. I walked into my office and sat on my chair, my heart fluttering inside my rib cage. Two long minutes passed before Johnny knocked on my door.

'Come in.' I called. He swung open the door, his face showing how much he wanted me. He closed the door behind him and walked over to me slowly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He pushed me onto the table and pressed his soft lips against mine. His hands undoing my shirt, button by button. It wasn't long until I'd have him once again.

Both of our shirts flung on the floor, he grabbed my heels and chucked them on the chair. He lifted me up and carried me to the sofa. We were laid on the sofa making out-both of us topless I must add, when the door swung open. It was Elliott and Oliver. Johnny and I both jumped and looked up at a shocked Elliott and a laughing Ollie.

'I'm so sorry, I had no idea that you were in here.' Said Elliott, his eyes bulging out of his head. Oliver and Elliott left quickly, I'd never felt so embarrassed in my life. I hurriedly grabbed my shirt and shoes put them on and ran after Elliott and Ollie. Not say a single word to an uncomfortable Johnny.

I ran towards Oliver and Elliott, quite slowly due to the fact that I was wearing heels. They both turned around and smirked at me. Their smug faces making me even more awkward.

'At least I now know why you were looking so nice. Making an effort for your boyfriend, that's sweet.' He said sarcastically.

The nurses were staring at us, so I grabbed hold of both Oliver's and Elliott's arms and pulled them into the staff room, it would have been in the office if hadn't known that Johnny would still be there.

'He's not my boyfriend, we just…' I trailed off. 'We met on the people skills course; he told me that he was a neurosurgeon. Seeing as both of us bored out of our minds, we just thought that we'd make things more interesting. It was just a one night stand.'

'And he then turns up here as a nurse, to your displeasure. That explains why you were so Naylorish earlier.' Said Elliott, he seemed to understand quite well.

'We went to talk in the basement but we didn't actually do much talking.' I said, trying to explain.

'Wait, why were you in the basement?' Asked Ollie, why did he have to be so nosey?

'Because we needed to talk in private but one thing lead to another and I ended up asking him to meet me in my office. As you know very Ollie, things just happen.' I said, I made sure that it was clear to the two of them that we were not dating.

'Oh, yes I forgot that the two of you had a fling as you would say.' Said Elliott, the look on Oliver's face was priceless.

'Yeah, but Jac was messing with my head and I was pumped up on adrenaline. What was it you said? Oh yes, your cheesy line was 'other people are easier to fix.' I mean, what else was I supposed to do, walk away?' Said Oliver, I don't think that I'd ever seen Oliver so defensive.

'Number 1 my cheesy line did actually work and number 2 other people are actually easier to fix. You try to fix someone who's been raped, had their mother leave them at the age of twelve, had an abortion and be accused of murder.' I shouted.

I don't know where that sudden rage came from, but as I walked away I felt guilty. Guilt, it's so rare for that to be one of my emotions that when those rare occasions do occur, it throws me completely. What's happening to me?