Jack Dawkins One Shots

Future

I finished up with the usual rounds on the ward, so I headed down to the morgue for the usual Thursday afternoon. I wandered down the stairs before arriving at the small morgue room where the bodies lay ready for the afternoon. And she stood. Miss Y/n Y/l/n, stood in her sage green dress with her parasol folded in her hand.

"Good Afternoon Dr Dawkins," She greeted with her usual firm smile,

"Afternoon," I greeted, I shut the door with my foot and began to roll my sleeves as I headed to the body, "You remember what we were doing today?"

"Of course." she smiled setting her parasol by the door and grabbing her patron which she wrapped quickly around her back in a bow and she pushed her hair back from her face, she came over and stood across the table from me,

"Go on," I nodded as I handed over the blade,

She smiled and set her spectacles from the chain around her neck onto her nose and she took it to begin as usual.

I paced around her as she worked only speaking up if I needed to, but I often didn't much need to anymore. She was well used to this by now, I had taken her sort of as a student I suppose. She wanted to learn and I didn't have anything better to do, she knew the rules of society meant she could never be a surgeon even if I admit I wish she could be, she was better than Sneed, better than Prof., hell with practice she could be better then me, that and she pays me, she gets an allowance from her father most of which she pays me to give her these lessons, and frankly her payments are about the only money I have coming in other then cards. She worked slowly and gracefully, never missing a beat often I only spoke to remind her of things most of which she already knew. I had to admit my eyes lingered on her hands as she worked so gracefully, on her face so poised and yet distant today, the chilly air of the morgue had somewhat been warmed by her presence.

I was... well aware of my feelings for her, but I did my best not to think of it. I am her teacher after all it wouldn't be proper talk about abuse of power, I'm a doctor, her teacher, and I'm older than her. Even if... I had felt like maybe she could have reciprocated it wasn't worth the madness if someone were to know.

We chatted with each other as we often did about the business of the hospital and such like before she began humming as she was working it was a strangely... melancholic song, slow and distant as she hummed without her usual joy and spark. But even so, It's a morgue so I glared at her.

She glanced up over her spectacles, "I take it silence is preferred?"

"Silence is better Miss Y/n," I remind her, "It can help you focus, and allow your hand to concentrate, the morgue is a good place for silence as it is for examination, study and where the people go when it's over."

"Very well, Sorry." she answered,

"it's fine. I know what you're like."

"if silence is better why do the surgeons perform to a crowd shouting and drinking?"

"Becuase we need to get paid."

"Fair enough," she chuckled, "I am struggling a little."

"With?" I asked as I came over again,

"This was A Sneed patient yes?"

"How'd you guess."

"The general state of it."

"well yes you are correct this was Sneed's doing." I chuckled, "He can be a bit heavy-handed,"

She rolled her eyes, "the man's a butcher. How he got a degree from the London Royal College of Medicine frankly astonishes me" she explained, "Forgive me I should not speak of the doctors as such he is your colleague" She said as she took back her words, which was very strange Y/n was the sort of girl to say things and deal with the consequences it isn't like her to be apologizing for such things,