Happily ever after? (Complete)

Stubborn part 3

Connie returned to resus 30 minutes later to check on her patient. "Dr. Knight, any change?"
"Blood gases show haemoglobin and sugar levels are low." Connie picked up the notes hanging on the bed.
"And CT?" She asked.
"Yep we're about to go up there now." A couple of porters began to wheel the trolley out of resus.
"Ok, thank you Dr. Knight, inform me of any change once you get back." Cal nodded before leaving resus with the patient.

Robyn stood at the nurses station, fiddling around with some notes. She kept an eye out for Connie who was leaving resus. Jacob had been treating a patient for 15 minutes now in cubicle 3 and Robyn made it her priority to ensure Connie didn't enter.
Mrs. Beauchamp stood at reception, piling up various files that had to be sorted. "So, Jacob went home then?" Elle's words took a moment to sink in, all Connie caught was his name.
"I'm sorry, what about Jacob?" She looked up at the new clinical lead.
"Oh, I take it he didn't tell you?" Connie frowned, what on earth was she talking about.
"Tell me what?" Anxiety spread across her face, a million possibilities ran around in her head.
"Jacob came in earlier, wanting to work, but I sent him home." Angry was an understatement. Connie was furious. Why would he go behind her back like that? After the conversation they had this morning, Jacob still chose to go against everything she'd said.
"Thank you for that Dr. Gardner."
"Is he in the dog house then?"
"You could say that."

Robyn had listened to the whole conversation and walked over to the cubicle in a hurry. She quickly opened the curtain and shut it behind her. Jacob's head whipped round and sighed a relief that it was only Robyn. "Sorry, Nurse Masters can I talk to you for a moment." She smiled, before walking over to the side for a moment.
"What's going on?" He asked quietly, so that only they could hear.
"Connie's back from her meeting and Dr. Gardner has told her that you came in earlier wanting to work. Jacob, for your own sake, get out of here. Connie was furious." Jacob folded his arms with a smile.
"Look, I know Connie. She's a pussy cat, what exactly is she going to do when she finds out?"
"Fine, I'm just warning you." Robyn shrugged.
"Right well I need to treat this patient."
"Ok, I'll get out of your hair then." She left the cubicle with a sigh.

"So is your girlfriend who's furious or just a mate?" Jacob's head shot up, he hadn't thought he'd been listening.
"Girlfriend, yeah it's kind of complicated." Jacob continued to clean the cut on the mans head.
"Doesn't seem complicated to me. You've obviously done something that she told you not to do. Now what could that be eh?"
"Why don't you keep the questions to yourself, yeah mate."
The man gasped, dramatically pointing his finger at Jacob. "You cheated on her!" Jacob's annoyance with the patient was beginning to grow, stepping away from the guy.
"No, I would never do that to Connie. Now I'm going to ask nicely for you to keep your big nose out of it." He whipped off his gloves, "we're done here."
Walking out of the cubicle he wasn't expecting the amount of heads to turn his way. So he kept his head down and walked straight to the staffroom before any questions were asked.

Connie watched on as Jacob hurried into the staffroom. She was still wondering why he came in today, to prove a point? Whatever it was, Connie was about to find out, clicking her heels into the staffroom after him.
Busted. Jacob's head turned to Connie, who entered the staffroom. She stood in front of him, hands on hips and wearing her famous death glare.
Everybody had hurried out of the room before either of them began to argue about the inevitable. "Is this the part where you shout at me now?" He swung his arms slightly, trying to look relaxed.
"No, actually I'm not going to shout, I just want to know what your doing here?" She shrugged, keeping calm.
"I told you I was coming in to work, Connie. It's my body and if I want to work then I will." Connie shook her head. What didn't he understand?
"Jacob, I love you and I almost lost you-"
"And I get that your worried, but the pain here and there is nothing to worry about." Connie frowned.
"What pain? Who said anything about pain, because if your in pain then I'm sending you home right now." Jacob couldn't believe her, he felt trapped. Like he was under her control, like he was talking to an anxious mother who wanted to wrap him up in cotton wool. He just wanted everyone to treat him like the regular guy again, for them to stop making a fuss. Maybe he just needed some space to cool down.
"Look, I'm fine. Can't you just leave me alone for a bit?" The pain returned to his side, it must've been from all of the stress. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from clutching the wound. Connie noticed the tenseness on his face, but after his last comment decided not to comment.
"Ok, if you say so, but please don't come crying back to me when your in pain and need someone to help you, because like it or not Jacob, we're all human and sometimes you've got to stop being so stubborn and take care of yourself for a change. Even if you don't care about it, somebody else does!" The volume raised louder and louder with every word. Connie exited before her emotions got the better of her. How dare he talk to her like that. She'd finally given up. She gave him enough chances and every time he slammed them back in he face again.
Jacob stood there in pain, immediately feeling so guilty for how he'd treated her. She was right. He was only hurting her by not taking care of himself. That broke him, seeing her hurt and knowing that it was him that made her feel that way. Who was he kidding, he loved this woman more than anyone in the world, she was the one person who actually cared.

Jacob never wanted anyone to fuss over him and hated it when he had to rely on somebody else to save his life. But this had gone too far. After thinking about the way he'd acted today, Jacob was disgusted with himself. Pathetic. He'd been lying to himself all day that he wasn't in pain all to prove a point. Now Connie won't even help him, where can he start to make it up to her.