When love lasts

Chapter 1 - A burden

TW - drugs, heartbreak, mental health, possible suicide mentions

Heyyy, sorry its been a while but here's our first collab fan fic! Thanks for waiting, its been tough with the recent death of Kian, so we though we'd make the storyline better as Holby did a terrible job, in our opinion. There will be updates but not as regularly as we both used to post.

- @holby_nadani @infectionkidney

Kian was sat in the cold and dark room, looking at his fidget spinner. 4 months. 4 months since he let the love of his life escape from his arms. Usually he would be back on tinder by now, in a night club and dating every nurse who enters the ward. But no. He's rejected countless people since his relationship with Jac. He misses her. She is the piece to his broken heart and it wont be healed unless she comes back and lays in his arms once again.

He sighs and takes something out of his pocket. The bauble. The bauble, one of the things that reminded him of her. It was one of the only things he had, from their first and last Christmas together. She was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And now all of a sudden she was gone. And he was alone. Just as he's about to put it away, Lucky walks in....course it was her out of all people. "Hey grumpy, you're needed on the Ward. People are wondering where you are. Oh what's that?"
"What are you doing here? And anyway, it's none of your business."

She examined the picture it revealed and sighed. "You miss her?" A single tear rolled down his cheek as he nodded and replied "All the time." He then quickly wiped the tear drop and stood up "im fine lucky, I don't need a therapy session in the middle of my double shift so do one."
he snapped. She looked a bit scared and backed away a bit "Sorry, sorry I didn't mean to snap.....its just....." she cut him off by placing a hand onto his shoulder "Its ok, its understandable." He faced her and weakly smiled before he slowly walked to the door  "Thank you." He replied as he opened the door and left.

He walks along the Ward, clearly distracted and not paying attention. He pulls his phone out of his scrub trousers pocket, and idly taps away for a few minutes before he gets to the contact 'Jac'. He mulls over whether he should ring her or not. But who would want to be burdened with his emotional baggage? Exactly....no one. He slowly slipped the phone back into the pocket of his scrubs and went to the stairwell.

His head dropped into his hands and silently; he just sat there. Thinking through his previous life. He definitely pulled the short draw. Vanessa dead. Bea dead. Who next?