Healing Hearts with Hia (JimmySea fanfic)

A Passage Through Paris

One particular morning, Jimmy stepped out of Roissy Airport , the cold breeze greeted him, causing him to shiver. He pulled his coat tighter around himself, seeking warmth, and quickly flagged down a taxi. The chill in the air was a stark contrast to the buzzing warmth of his thoughts, filled with anticipation for the days ahead.

Settling into the back seat of the taxi, Jimmy's phone buzzed with an incoming call from Dr. Simmons. He answered, holding the phone to his ear as the taxi merged into traffic.

"Hey, Jimmy. Have you arrived?" Dr. Simmons' voice was filled with a mix of gratitude and relief.

"Yeah, I just got here," Jimmy replied, glancing out the window at the passing scenery.

"I can't thank you enough for stepping in for me," Dr. Simmons continued. "The situation with my patient is critical. This second surgery is crucial, and I wouldn't trust anyone else to cover for me."

"No need to thank me. I'm glad to help," Jimmy assured her.

Dr. Simmons had been invited to a prestigious medical seminar in Paris and had also been scheduled to give lectures at a renowned medical school in London for three months. However, due to unforeseen complications with one of her patients—a critical post-brain surgery case—she was unable to attend. Jimmy had stepped in as her substitute, prepared to take on the responsibilities in her absence.

The taxi soon arrived at the hotel. Jimmy paid the driver and retrieved his luggage, feeling the chill once more as he stepped out. Inside the hotel, he checked in and received his room key. The concierge handed him the key card with a polite smile, and Jimmy made his way to his room, dragging his luggage behind him.

Once inside, he scanned the key card and entered. The room was cozy and warmly lit, a temporary refuge for the next few days. He placed his luggage down but didn't bother unpacking much—he would only be staying for three days before taking the train to London for his teaching duties.

After shedding his coat, Jimmy's phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen and saw his father's name. Smiling, he answered the call, knowing exactly what his father would want.

"Son, have you reached safely?" his father's voice came through, full of paternal concern.

"Yes, Dad. I'm at the hotel now," Jimmy replied.

"Good to hear. Now, while you're there, can you keep an eye out for some antiques I'd like to collect?" his father asked, his tone lightening with enthusiasm.

Jimmy chuckled. "Sure, Dad. I'll keep an eye out at the flea markets."
The seminar was set to start the following day, so Jimmy decided to use the free afternoon to explore the local flea markets. His father's passion for antiques had rubbed off on him over the years, and these markets often held hidden treasures.

Bundled up against the chill, Jimmy left the hotel and hailed another taxi to take him to the nearest flea market. The drive was short, and soon he found himself amidst a bustling sea of stalls and vendors, each offering a unique array of goods.