Saturday Morning May 29th Week minus 3
Hangover? None
Bed? Empty
Work? Yes, he'd volunteered to do Nikki's on call weekend
Run? Not a chance (but he noted with satisfaction the sound of heavy rain against the window)
Mood? Worried but veering towards positive.
Three weeks to go according to Harry's master mathematics, it had been cutting it fine. His mother was right. Henry was married. Why had he asked him about ring sizes only last week? Maybe just to gauge his reaction? Poor Nikki.
He had thought at one point he would spend the whole afternoon shut in the locker room with her, but when her crying finally subsided he'd managed to make her laugh by using his most serious doctor voice. The one he used when delivering bad news to grieving families and as gravely as he could said.
"Well, I'm very sorry Dr. Alexander but I'm afraid I'm going to have to bill you for this shirt." All the while pretending to ring out the water. It had had the desired effect and she had given him a half smile and a little laugh.
"What would I do without you Harry?" she had asked staring straight into his eyes.
"You'd probably get an awful lot more work done, he replied quickly, "but then there wouldn't be anyone to run about in hospital basements looking for your unconscious body. So maybe we're even."
He could tell she wasn't listening to his speech. Her eyes had a far away look, as if trying to recall a fleeting dream and at once Harry realised that she was remembering their kiss.
"Come on, I'll take you home." he said before that discussion could begin.
He would have to be very careful over the next couple of weeks. Whenever Nikki had a boyfriend he always felt able to stretch the usual personal space boundaries between them. And to be fair they were stretched well beyond most colleagues usual limits at the best of times. Just having a boyfriend in the picture, meant his action couldn't possibly be construed as a come on, so he could do what he liked. Backing off again would be difficult after all this time, especially if she was going to spend hours crying on his shoulder.
But the time for wondering about the future would have to wait. His phone was ringing and it was inevitably time to go to work. She would owe him for this extra on call weekend..