A few days later, I found myself back in the chapel, alone. Of course, I was supposed to be in trauma, but I asked Coop to cover me.
Coop.
I didn't trust him, but I guess I had to give him chances, and this was one of those times.
I listened to him working, and I could hear him arguing with Jackie again, and I knew it would probably end in a boob grab, but no one dared to interfere. O'Hara was finding it hilarious, and Zoey was working diligently, determined to show she can do things by her self.
I had a soft spot for Zoey, and every one knew it. Yes, I was close to Thor and Coop, but Zoey had a place in my dead heart that I couldn't explain.
I'm not sure when it happened; it might have been the time she made a mistake that wasn't her fault and burst into tears.
I had taken her aside, and comforted her in my arms, and she sobbed it out. Jackie had been giving her a hard time, and told Zoey the wrong thing.
Zoey had felt so guilty for something that wasn't really her fault, and I took her into my office, and calmed her down.
I wasn't sure who Zoey was trying to prove, because she had already proved to most of us doctors that she can do it, but she couldn't convince Jackie.
I was brought back to earth at the doors opened, and Zoey stepped in. I turned around to face her, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes as I crossed the floor between us in a few long strides.
I cupped her chin, and forced her to look up at me, before asking, "What happened, Zo?"
"Jackie doesn't seem to appreciate me. She's meant to be teaching me, and she only tells me when I'm doing wrong. I want her to be proud of me."
It wasn't the first time I had heard those words, and I was sure it wouldn't be the last.
"I know, sweetheart, but I'm proud of you, O'Hara is definitely proud, and Coop is bursting with pride half the time. Don't worry about Jackie." I murmured to her, holding her close.
After a few moments, I let her go, and stepped back. I could hear Coop running down the corridor. He was coming towards us, and I could feel the burn in my throat grow.
I hadn't fed in a few days, and Coop was not the best person to be around. I held my breath, and hoped he wouldn't come in.
Of course, I was wrong, and he came in, a huge smile on his childish face. I was desperately swallowing the venom threatening to fill my mouth, and fighting the instinct to feed.
I had an hour left of my shift, but I wasn't sure I could last that long.
Coop took one look at me, and his smile vanished. Last time he had seen me like this, I had growled at him, threatened to castrate him, and stormed off. A quiet growl left my throat as I made my way past him.
I ignored the stares as I walked down the corridor, looking for O'Hara. I could feel my hand on my throat, and I could hear Carlisle telling me to hunt before I lost control.
"Cover my last hour." I managed to choke out as I passed O'Hara, and she nodded, understanding.
I quickly made my way to the forest, and I drunk from the first animal I found.
The thirst almost completely vanished, and I slumped against a tree, pausing for a moment. I could hear Carlisle approaching, and I didn't attempt to move, the guilt bubbling up.
"What happened?" He asked once he was close enough.
"Coop is my singer, and I hadn't hunted in a few days. I haven't had time," I murmured. I felt him wrap his arms around me, and he dropped a kiss to my hair.
"Why not?" He questioned, confused. I sighed, shaking my head. I couldn't tell him I had been with Alice, he'd be angry with her, and he wasn't supposed to know.
I heard him groan in frustration, and I understood why.
"You need to put your life in front of your work, and social life," He murmured, and I inwardly chuckled. Try telling Alice that.
I looked up and him, and I could see that he was worried for me. He smiled softly, before lowering his head, kissing me softly.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands brushed against my sides, reminding me of the way it felt to be loved by him.
I had forgotten how much I loved him, and how much I truly needed him in the past ten years.
He pulled away, murmuring, "You are incredibly sexy in your doctor's coat. I wanted to take you right there on that desk on my first day."
Incredibly tempting, but I responded, "I'm not sure Jackie would appreciate us fucking on her desk."
"Hmm... I don't like Jackie anyway," He murmured, before kissing me again, pressing me against the tree, probably leaving an imprint.
He trailed kisses down my neck, moving my shirt to the side, allowing him access to the scar.
My mind wondered to the last time we had been together like this. I had kidded him brutally, almost hurting him, and then I told him to leave me, and that he should go back to his wife.
His wife that cared so much about him that she'd rather me be with him than her, knowing he loves me more.
I could feel his arousal against me, and his movements were now frantic, pulling at our clothes. I could see desperation in his black eyes, and I didn't push him away as I had a very long time ago.
He was inside me within a minute, and he rested his forehead against mine. A tear trickled down his cheek, and I understood why.
After ten years, we were still grieving for Edward, and the guilt would forever stay with me.
