Hi everyone, here is chapter 4. I'm not entirely happy with it but I feel like I owe it to all you wonderful people who left such lovely reviews on my last chapter to upload at least something. I'm sorry it's not very long either. Please review it none the less and I hope you enjoy!
11.00pm.
Finally, after the grueling shift that seemed to stretch from one end of eternity to the other, Jac finished for the day. Hanssen's threat of a chat never straying far from the forefront of her mind. Her concentration levels had been all over place in the last 15 hours which was not particularly helpful when Darwin was full to the brim with people needing their hearts fixed. She'd got through it though, like she always did. No matter how badly her head throbbed from lack of sleep or how idle/absent her so called 'team' was, she reminded herself; this is what she chose. This is what she wanted. This whole fixing-other-people thing she had going on was good. She was good. However, no matter how many times she was commended for her talents or commitment or hard work, it still wasn't enough. She wasn't enough. Her internal dialogue was, by default always going to overpower any praise she received. Every shift was the same, she always failed in some way because after all Jac Naylor wasn't capable of achievement - she only ever seemed to stir up negative emotions in people.
Anyway, here she was at the end of her shift. There were no patients to hide behind or any medical jargon to cover up how nervous she was. It was her and the Swede. His office door loomed more menacingly than ever, the polished wood reminding her of the man who lay (or more likely sat) beyond the door. The man who would potentially rip right through the years of hard work it had taken her to build her facade. They'd had moments similar to this before, the faceless apartment in Stockholm somehow acting as a canvas for all his secrets to slowly worm their way out into the open. She didn't know how many people he'd told, just that she was one of the few, and even that was simply because she happened to be in the right place, at the right time. Maybe he would have said exactly the same to Serena if she had been the one to make the treacherous journey across Europe to rescue the broken man who needed fixing.
"Ms. Naylor, may I ask how long you have been loitering outside my office?"
The man himself miraculously appeared, looking as smart as ever despite the lateness of the hour.
On the other hand, she had just changed out of her scrubs but hadn't had bothered to brush her hair or sort out her makeup. Not that he would bother about that, it just added to her sense of inferiority always conversing with someone who looked like they'd stepped straight out of a suit shop.
"I don't loiter" she fired back, all thoughts of his previous vulnerability completely out the window
"Please, take a seat" He smoothly replied, hardly giving her time to react before he turned his back and left her to enter the office herself.