Ok guys have tried to add a more Holby city feel for this one, im sorry if medical parts are incorrect.

Please relax and enjoy chapter 11.

Chapter 11

Elliot was dealing with a liver transplant patient who had returned to Holby rejecting his new organ, the patent lay on the bed shivering "I feel so ill" he murmured "what's wrong with me?" he continued looking worried.

Elliot sat on the end of the bed "it seems you have acute rejection of the liver" he picked up the patients notes and continued "this may occur any time from the first week after the transplant to 3 months afterward"

The patient lifted his head "I was told that everyone has some amount of acute rejection?"

"Yes that is true but we have done all we can to stop your body rejecting" sighed Elliot.

"Whys this happening!" yelled the patient in frustration.

Elliot lowered his tone "Your body's immune system usually protects you from substances that may be harmful, such as germs, poisons, and cancer cells. These harmful substances have proteins called antigens on their surfaces. As soon as these antigens enter the body, the immune system recognizes them as foreign and attacks them. In the same way, an organ that is not matched can trigger a blood transfusion reaction or transplant rejection.

The patent looked confused as Elliot continued "the goal of treatment is to make sure the transplanted organ or tissue works properly, and to suppress your immune system response. Suppressing the immune response can prevent transplant rejection"

He paused to draw breath "many different drugs can be used to suppress the immune response. The medication dose depends on your condition. The dose may be very high while the tissue is being rejected. Then the dose may be lowered to prevent rejection from happening again however in your case this seems to be making no difference"

Again he paused "Im afraid your heading for organ transplant failure" he stood up and watched the mans face changed from worried to deathly fearful

"What!" screamed the now irate patient.

"Even though potent drugs are used to suppress the immune system, organ transplants can still fail because of rejection. Single episodes of acute rejection are easy to treat and rarely lead to organ failure but in your case we have done all we can" Elliot spoke in a low calming tone.

There was a knock at the door and Nick wandered in "Mr Jordan Hi" stuttered Elliot surprised to see him.

"Hi is this a bad time?" he questioned with a warm smile.

"ahhhhhhh" cried the patient bursting into tears.

"Problem?" questioned Nick grabbing the notes.

"um I don't think"

"Im only looking Elliot" smiled Nick scanning the notes "hmm doesn't look good does it"

"ohh ahhh" cried the man becoming more and more irate.

Elliot and Nick exchanged glances knowing there was nothing they could say to make the man feel better.

"There is always the chance of another transplant" Elliot piped in an attempt to calm the man.

"Come on Elliot the chances of a second transplant are second to none" butted in Nick.

"George Best had a second and he was an alcoholic! Is that how it works round here! just because he was a celebrity eh" yelled the patient flapping his arms about "I bet Jack Wild got at least three livers" he continued.

"Oh Jack Wild the artful dodger, consider yourself at home, consider yourself one of the family" sang Nick in a silly London accent "oral cancer is what got him not liver, not a sniff of a liver problem" he informed.

The patient and Elliot had a bewildered look on their faces "thank you Mr Jordan" stuttered Elliot shaking his head "we will assess the situation later, please try and rest for now"

"you mean we will be reviewing the situation" said Nick dancing out the room with Elliot shaking his head and following.

"Mr Jordan thank you for your fine calming nature but this is serious" Elliot said in his firm serious tone.

Nick leaned against the wall "sorry I just.. oh never mind, anyway I wanted to give you this" he handed Elliot a sealed envelope containing a card.

Elliot's wife had recently passed away, she had gone to a private suicide clinic, Elliot had tried all he could to help her combat her illness but in the end they both knew that she would never get better.

She died with some dignity which was what she wanted and Elliot had accepted that.

"Thank you very much" he uttered taking the envelope, tears filled his eyes as he remembered their last moment together.

"I better be getting back" said Nick patting his shoulder and walking off.

He past Keller ward and saw Ruth wandering about, smiling to himself he walked over, slapping her arse he said "alright sexy"

She was shocked "um Mr Jordan are you ok you look a bit… pale" she stuttered.

"Couldn't be better Ruthy" he beamed. Which was a complete lie, he had missed most of his medication and hadn't eaten for days.

In his head he was on his way out, his one way ticket to heaven or hell was booked and he was going to live his last days like Ken Dodd on ecstasy, like thumper the rabbit on cocaine, he stood with a huge grin on his face.

"Fancy going somewhere" he asked Ruth.

She looked at him with confusion "well im working" she stammered.

"Hey I don't ask twice"

"Um Mr Jordan i"

"Chance gone… im off … im away" Nick laughed heading into the lift, leaving Ruth confused and hurt.

Coming out of the lift Adam caught his eye "Adam my man" shouted Nick.

"later Nick im needed" he called back.

Nick took a deep breath and headed to his office, he was feeling dizzy and slightly sick, he entered his office via stumbling through the door to find Jessica sat in his chair.

Jessica was Adams estranged wife, the two of them had had the worst luck in the world.

"Jess hi, how are you" stammered Nick surprised.

"Mr Jordan, great to see you again" she said with a smile as they greeted each other with a hug.

Nick didn't know why but he felt so close to her right now, the warm feel of the room made things seem perfect, he kissed her cheek and held her, their eyes met and he went in for the kill.

They kissed passionately.

For a moment she pulled away but Nicks deep brown eyes brought her under a spell, she wanted him.

Pulling him close she felt his cock harden and press into her "iv always wanted you" he whispered pulling away to close the blinds and turn the light off.

They could barely see each other, there was only the dim light from the small desk lamp on Nick table.

In near enough darkness. They kissed briefly, but it's a hot, needy kiss. He suggests she kiss that way a bit lower. Even as she slowly descends to her knees, his hands are at his zipper. His pants slide down to just above the knee and his rather large cock is suddenly in her warm, wet mouth. She sucks him eagerly, using her tongue under the head of his penis.

He groans, but keeps still, relishing the tease of relinquishing control. After a few seconds, he hears a quiet noise above the subtle sucking and heavy breathing. A quick glance down reveals that her right hand has slid up her own smooth thigh and is now supplying her cunt with two fingers.

He quietly tells to her to stand and turn around - he cant wait anymore.

Although she is reluctant to remove him from her mouth, she stands hurriedly. Another fiery, urgent kiss before she turns her back to him. He bends her over so aggressively that she nearly loses her balance.

There are no panties to go around her ankles. The dress comes up around her waist and seconds later she can feel the head of his cock taunting her moist lips from behind. Forcefully, and maybe a touch painfully, he slips into her impossibly tight cunt. They both stifle moans as he fucks her.

She's surprised at what's happening, her and Mr Nick Jordan – what the fuck, but she was too distracted by the spine-tingling pleasure to take notice of that thought. He doesn't want to cum too quickly she can tell, so she tries slowing him down and doesn't thrust just yet. His right hand sweeps over her body, feeling her graceful muscles and fondles her right breast before returning to its place on her hip. The other hand makes it way over her taut belly and down to her clit.

His index finger is quickly moistened and slides tantalizingly over her favourite spot rhythmically.

Not being able to wait any longer, he begins to thrust in and out of her tense, wet hole.

As her whimpers turn to cries, he tugs on her hair to silence her, which nearly has the opposite effect. Clearly, he didn't realize how rough she likes it. He fucks her a little bit faster, causing her just the right amount of pleasure, still stimulating her swollen clit.

She tries so hard to keep quiet – there are people passing this office who shouldn't hear her as she nears orgasm – and succeeds for a minute, but eventually her breathing gets noticeably louder. In another effort to mute her, his free hand rushes to her breast and squeezes her nipple savagely.

The pain and pleasure is enormous and initiates her incredible orgasm.

She gasps, but is unable to exhale, lest of all noisily. He doesn't release her nipple, and struggles to continue thrusting against her trembling, wet cunt as she cums. She manages to quietly regain her breath.

She whispers seductively to him, "Please… fuck me harder." He passionately complies. He's as hard as he's ever been as far as he can remember. He pounds her viciously and can see that this is what she's been desperately craving. Looking down at her toned, slender legs almost sends him over the edge. Caressing her fantastic tits is what tips him over.

"Oh Jess, yeah" he cries as he fires his load hard inside her.

They clean up without saying a word to each other…. Nick smiles as she opens the office door letting in the low light and breeze from the corridor outside.

They flashed each other a smile as she left ...….

Please comment or review people.

Thank you so much for reading!