Roxanna had tried to show Henrik the bruises that were already forming on her upper arms from where John had been holding on so tightly, but he had been more focused on the fact that his surgery had not been as successful as he had hoped. Swiping furiously at her eyes, she had fled from their office, her bag dropping to the ground with a dull thud that seemed to have caught his attention before she slammed the office door closed.

Keeping her head down, she had hurried out to the toilet, hoping that no one noticed the tears on her face as she shut herself away in a cubicle. A part of her knew that she couldn't hide there forever, but at the same time, she didn't want anyone to see her fall, to notice that she wasn't all right. So many of her colleagues would enquire and poke and prod, and she didn't want that. Pressing her hand tightly to her lips, she let the sobs wrack her body. She didn't know what was worse – John's attack on her, or Henrik's indifference.

She must not have been quiet enough, since a few minutes later, someone knocked softly on her cubicle door. "Roxanna? Are you okay?"

Essie's voice was the last one she had expected to hear, and Roxanna wiped her hands over her face to remove the traces of her tears as she stood up and opened the door, brushing past the shorter woman to head over to the sinks so that she could wash her face. "I'm fine, I'm just a little more tired than I expected to be after all the travels I've been on. Lofty said I should have gone home, but I felt there was still something I could do here. I'm going to take him up on his advice, though, I think. Home, and my bed, are calling out my name."

She didn't seem to buy it entirely, but said nothing as Roxanna patted her face dry and made for the door. "Henrik sent me in here to check on you. I just thought you should know that." Roxanna paused in the doorway of the toilet, turning to look back at the woman. She had a concerned look on her face, and Roxanna fought to keep from snapping at her that she wasn't a child that needed looking after. "He cares about you much more than you realise."

Roxanna gave Essie a tight smile, blinking rapidly as she fought to control her anger. "You do not know me well enough to make a blanket statement like that, Nurse Di Lucca," she bit out before leaving the toilet and heading back to her office. She knew that Henrik and she had to talk this out, to clear the air between them, but she found herself faltering when it came to coming up with the right words to say. Pausing outside the office, her hand on the doorknob, Roxanna drew in a few deep breaths, finding herself near tears once more.

Finally, she gathered up her courage and entered, hoping that Henrik was still there. She closed the door with a soft click, noticing that he didn't even turn his head in the slightest at the small noise. Letting out the breath she had been holding, Roxanna took a few steps towards him, noticing that his shoulders were shaking a little, silent cries that tugged at her heartstrings, and she rubbed her lips together as she continued to close the distance between them.

Reaching out, she placed her hand on his shoulder, wanting to comfort him. "Henrik," she breathed out, feeling her own tears start to spill down her cheeks once more at his sorrow. The first flinch felt like a dagger to her stomach, and she involuntarily tightened her grip on his shoulder. A gasp tore from her lips as he wrenched himself away, moving closer towards the window, actively trying to get away from her. It was a move that shattered her heart, and Roxanna pressed her fist against her lips as she withdrew from him, going over to her desk and picking up her bag, which he had left on her desk. Rummaging around in it, she pulled out the binder with all the information she had gathered to bring John down. "I'm going home, I need to recover from all my travelling. If you care, I'll leave my research on your desk."

She was proud of the fact that she kept a quaver from her voice as she spoke, watching him closely for any sign of reaction. There was nothing forthcoming, no twitch, no turn, and a shuddering breath left her body before she swallowed thickly and slipped the strap of her bag across her body. Wiping her face free of tears once more, Roxanna straightened her shoulders and left the office yet again, heading down to Pulses. As she waited for her coffee, she ordered herself a taxi, hoping that Henrik would come down and stop her, even though she knew that he wouldn't. He was wounded in some way that she couldn't put her finger on, and a part of her wondered if she had waited too long to reciprocate the feelings Henrik felt for her.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she looked at the display, her heart leaping up with hope. Instead, it was a text from her driver, informing her that her taxi was waiting outside. Tightening her grip on her cup, she made her way outside and into the taxi, giving her driver a small smile before gazing up at the hospital. "Where are you headed to?" he asked and she turned her attention to him once more, rattling off her home address before settling back in her seat.

As the drive went on, she continued to cry quietly, trying to ignore the sympathetic looks her driver was giving her. She knew that he wanted to ask her what was wrong, but was refraining out of politeness, which she was eternally grateful for. Finally, he stopped outside her home, and she paid him and clambered out, weaving a little as tried to gain her balance and head up her walk. It was hard to curb the impulse to wave at the vehicle as he took off, but she managed to keep from embarrassing herself further as she let herself into her home.

The space felt wrong to her as she set her bag on the end table near the door, slipping out of her flats and making her way into the kitchen. A still voice whispered in her ear that it was the perfect time for a very large glass of gin, but she forced herself to make a pot of tea, knowing that it was better for her. As the water heated up, she finished off her coffee and threw the cup away before rifling through her fridge for something to eat with her tea.

Her phone vibrated once more, and she pulled it out to see who was trying to get ahold of her now, disappointment bowing her shoulders when she saw that Lofty had sent her a message, sending his well wishes. She smiled a little as she tapped out a reply, thanking him for his concern before she pulled out the remains of a chocolate cake she had bought shortly before leaving on her mission. Pulling it out, she set the container on the table and then poured her water into a large mug for her tea. Roxanna set her phone on the table next to her as she began to eat, hoping beyond hope that Henrik might reach out to her and ease the ache that was heavy in her heart.