Fletch looked at his phone for tenth time in a minute. This was mysterious . She wasn't in theatre, not in her office , not on the ward. Not like Jac. Since they got together she always responded to his texts really quickly
Come to think of it she had been acting oddly this morning.
Normally they had time for a 5 minute cuddle before the chaos started but today she was already up and dressed before he woke up and he was vaguely aware that she had tossed and turned all night. She'd kissed him absent mindedly when she left before him saying she needed an early start.
Fletch started to feel uneasy. He trusted her didn't he? Of course he did. Implicitly.
All of a sudden Jac crashed into the ward out of breath
"Woah where've you been? Did you not get my text?" He reached for her hand
She pulled it away sharply " I had something to deal with ok?" She snapped. Fletch looked shocked - she felt dreadful."sorry babe. Caught me at a bad time"she said quietly " just need to get on now Ok"
"Ok" he said flatly. Something was up
Jac went to her office. She hated seeing Fletch look so hurt, but she was a boiling pot of excitement, trepidation, anxiety and happiness trying to win out.
"Get it together Naylor. This is the best thing that's ever happened to you"
