February 3 2021
Camilla prided herself on being the most observant scrub nurse in the OR. She could anticipate a surgeon's request before they even opened their mouth. She could spot a mistake from across the room. And lately, she could also tell there was something... off about Dr. AJ Brewster.
It wasn't big things—nothing obvious. But Camilla noticed.
The way AJ lingered just a second longer with her hand on her lower stomach. The way she pushed away her morning coffee after one sip. The fact that she barked at her interns (okay, that wasn't new) but then immediately looked like she regretted it.
Camilla had a theory, but she wasn't bold enough to say it out loud. Not yet.
And then Dave walked into the OR lounge, holding a brown paper bag.
Dave - Delivery
he said casually, dropping it on AJ's desk.
Dave - Turkey on rye. Extra pickles. Don't say I don't love you.
Camilla froze, surgical cap sliding slightly down her forehead. Dave. Bringing her lunch like clockwork. After not seeing him for a while
She waited until AJ had stormed off to chase her interns down (something about Jackson forgetting to scrub properly AGAIN) before cornering Dave.
Camila - So...
Camilla started, crossing her arms.
Camilla A You're playing lunch delivery boy now?
Dave blinked at her.
Dave - Uh, yeah? She forgets to eat when she's working. I just... remind her.
Camilla raised an eyebrow.
Camilla - You do it a lot. After not seeing you for a while
Dave - And?
Dave looked genuinely confused, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Camilla - And...
Camilla leaned closer, lowering her voice.
Camilla - Is there something going on with her?
Dave frowned.
Dave-What do you mean?
Camilla- You know exactly what I mean
she pressed.
Camilla - She's different lately. Tired. Snapping one second, soft the next. Something's up.
But Dave just shrugged, completely clueless.
Dave - If there is, she hasn't told me.
Camilla's eyes narrowed. She didn't believe him—not entirely. Something was going on with AJ, and she was going to figure it out.
