What leads to Home.
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3.
There was a big difference between being a cardiac surgeon in New York and being a family doctor in Bluebell.
Since Zoe had started her job, she had barely stopped working. When she wasn't working, she was sleeping and eating while hobbies were out of the question. She was in the job three weeks when she also realised that patients were different too. She knew their medical history and how they were recovering but the minute they stepped out of the hospital, they were strangers again.
Back in Bluebell, she would see patients in the town and at the Rammer Jammer. Some of them would invite her for dinner and ask her how her practise was going. All in all Zoe Hart was missing the friendly ways of Bluebell and the people there.
It took her a while but she realised that the people of Bluebell didn't butt into each other's business; they helped each other and cared for everyone. Also Harley had been right when he had written so much in their files; getting to know a patient was important to help heal them.
And she missed her office.
In her hospital, her office was that clean, metal kind that was modern and state of the art. Her office in Bluebell was all wood and comfy chairs. She missed those chairs.
-Bluebell-
Someone really needed to fix that fence.
Wade had managed to rip the palm of his hand on it when he was taking out the trash again and he had no choice but to go to Brick to get it stitched up. He had been avoiding the doctor's office ever since Zoe left three weeks ago but he had no choice.
Walking into the waiting room, he was greeted by the sight of a large group of people, all waiting to see Brick. Addie called to him from her packed desk, over the crowd, "Hey Wade, unless it's an emergency you better come back later."
Wade just held up his cut hand with the bloody tissue on it and Addie waved him into Brick's office. Soon Brick was stitching up his hand and grumbling at the same time while Wade sat on the bench.
"You ok there, Brick?" Wade asked as Brick placed the finally bandage on his hand.
Brick sighed and looked at him for a moment. Then he said, "If you repeat this to anyone, I will deny it but...Zoe Hart was a real help around here. Having a full practise is a bit different then what I'd thought it would be and the patients keep saying that Dr. Hart would do this and Dr. Hart would do that."
Wade stood up and Brick added, "And it's really cutting into my fishing and football time."
Wade grinned and replied, "The Doc certainly made an impression here didn't she?"
Brick chuckled, "Well, that's one way to put it."
"Thanks Brick," he said, walking towards the door. He stopped at the door and then turned back and said, "Listen Brick, they way people keep asking for Zoe, that's what it was like for her when she first got here. People kept asking for you. Don't take it too seriously."
Brick leaned against the table and replied, "They miss her, which is understandable. Even Lemon misses her slightly; although I think she misses a sparring partner than anything else."
Wade nodded and Brick replied, "Just...do yourself a favour Wade. Don't spend the rest of your life wondering if you should have gone after her."
Wade was frozen in the door, stunned to get advice about Zoe from Brick of all people, and Brick just cleaned up the bandages and got ready for his next patient.
Wade made his way out of the office and out onto the street. There was a cool breeze and the sun was just about to set causing the town square to light up in different colours.
Brick knew about his feelings for Zoe? Actually the whole town seemed to know about his feelings for the Doc. He remembered the amount of looks he got when she left.
As he walked towards his car, Wade realised that the pain in his hand was nothing compared it the pain of her leaving.
The reason it's sad is because she needs to realise where she belongs. It'll get better.