"Recovery..."

Chapter 12 - "Im a Doctor..."

Chapter 12 - "Im a Doctor..."

The silence in John's flat went on for quite some time both Rory and Amy too afraid to ask any more questions just watching him instead sweep around his kitchen to clear up his dinner.

After reigning unsuccessful in his search to find a plaster anywhere in his house - he swore when he slammed his head in the fridge and almost completely lost his rag when the cat went and took a shit in the litter tray - which he shouldn't have been surprised about - that was what it was there for.

He grabbed his keys and stormed to the flat next door hoping that the old bat would come up trumps with a plaster of some sort. Even if it was a Fucking my little pony one he was willing to take it right now.

Thankfully his day began to look up a teeny tiny bit when she did indeed provide him with a plaster and it wasn't pink with butterfly's or something on it.

'John, we think you need a night out. Maybe come and get a Chinese with us and a group of people from work and then get a couple of drinks afterwards?' Rory suggested nervously and stood back a little from the fact that John currently had a pair of scissors in his hand.

John stopped in his tracks and decided that, that didn't sound like such a bad idea.

So he nodded shocking them both. 'Ill go and get changed' he agreed, exiting the room leaving Rory and Amy a-gasp.

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'See this is what you need. Get a couple of pints in your system. That will totally relieve all the tension and shit bubbling up inside you' Rory said, patting John on the back and placing a pint of beer in front of him.

John took a few swigs, and watched as everyone else had a pretty good time getting deep in conversation with each other.

He wasn't particularly in a socialising mood so just kept himself to himself hoping that the night would be over quicker than he anticipated.

Of course it wasn't because John's Monday was getting worse and worse.

'Look guys in going to head back home. I'm not really in the mood' John said as Amy pouted, hugging him - which is how John knew that she had, had several drinks - seeing as she gets really touchy feely when she's pissed.

'But you'll have to get the bus dude I've had a drink' Rory said realising that.

'That's fine. My day can't sink any lower right now so I don't think that getting the bus will be too much of a problem. See you tomorrow' John sighed waving goodbye and stepping out of the rather crowded pub.

One of the main reasons socialising and hanging around with them wasn't fun was because everyone there had their significant other.

He was the only idiot that was single and divorced at the same time.

Any other time this doesn't really bother him that much - but right now when everyone else has their dates or wives or husbands it's just not as good to hang out with them.

So John took a brisk walk up to the bus stop, not drunk but a little buzzed from the couple of beers he had, had - but not nearly as drunk as he would like to be. But he's not stupid - it is a work night.

Kicking the dirt in his path, slightly surprised he managed to avoid the puddle that was in front of him, he just got to the bus stop and shuffled grass with his foot until the 11 o clock bus came his way and got on.

But he can't even have the simplicities of a bus ride without something going wrong and complicating his day.

He noticed the girl when he got on the bus.

She could have only been in her early 20's if not her late teens - heading he assumed back to uni from a night out, so he brushed it off thinking that she was just extremely hung over.

He kept glancing over towards her as the bus continued its - rather long journey in John's opinion - watching her movements.

It was the minute John briefly closed his eyes to get a moments piece, there was an agonising screen come from the front of the bus.

That was all he needed - to be a part of a murder on a Fucking bus but that wasn't what happened, when the girl collapsed in the Isle of the bus screaming in pain.

'God. Are you okay?' Someone asked.

John had to shake his head, of course she wasn't okay, the poor girl had just collapsed on the floor of a frankly rather disgusting looking bus.

'Mate don't be stupid she don't look alright does she?' The driver said pulling the bus over completely oblivious to what was actually happening behind him.

John could have got off the bus along with some other passengers and walked from here leaving all this to the paramedics but that would be a pretty jerky thing to do considering he could investigate.

So he stood up, and crouched down on the floor with be girl who was crying full on tears in agony, looking at the ceiling see blind spots in her vision.

'It's okay. Calm down. It's all going to be okay' John instructed, holding her arms down to stop her from thrashing them everywhere. 'Has anyone called an ambulance?' John asked.

'Yeah, the driver calling one now' the only other person who had decided to stick around said, watching John in action.

'Okay. Where does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts sweetheart' John asked.

She looked scared and John couldn't blame her for that, watching as her eyes were piercing in agony. 'It-- I --I don't know' she wept in a begging tone for the pain to go away.

'Can I feel your stomach?'

She shook her head in paranoia that maybe John was some sort of murderer, so John did the only thing he could think of doing.

'You have to trust me. I'm a Doctor at London hospital and I can help if you just let me feel your stomach?' John asked. 'You have to trust me?'

She nodded looking at him realising he was serious and she had nothing else to loose so went with it, as John lifted her too up and put pressure on her stomach.

'Appendicitis' John confirmed from just one touch and her squirming. 'And it's ruptured. Well you'll be going straight to theatre. What's your name?' John asked.

'Sophie--- Sophie' she said.

'Nice to meet you Sophie. I'm John. How old are you?'

'19' was all she responded before bolting upright and vomiting on John's shirt.

He really regretted putting on a nice shirt.