"shcho ebatʹ Fletch" Frieda said as she entered Jac's office where Fletch was in his usual spot on the sofa. A part of him still wanting to feel close to her while his heart was slowly being torn in two
"Sorry?"
"ty chertovu idiot?"
"Again what?" said Fletch. She sounded angry
"I said what the fuck Fletch, are you fucking idiot"
"Whoa settle down, what am I supposed to have done?"
"Abigail Tate? Really?"
Fletch went white
"What about Abigail Tate?"
Frieda let out an exasperated breath
"2 F1s in the canteen. You were both seen Fletch. On call room? Round the back of the bins? Ringing any bells?"
"Erm" he stammered
"Jesus Fletch what about Jac"
It was his turn to be angry now "what about Jac Frieda?"
"You know what about Jac" she practically shouted
"I thought I did but actually where is she? She's not here she's not contacted anybody. Who even knows if she's coming back" he said sadly
"She will" Frieda said more softly "and this is gonna kill her"
"We're not anything to each other Frieda. That was painfully clear when she left." He ran his fingers through his hair "so kill me I wanted a little uncomplicated fun"
"Uncomplicated -are you kidding she is CEO and a cardio thoracic surgeon. On Jac's ward Fletch"
He was angry again "how many times do I have to say it SHE'S NOT HERE"
"But she is still there"she placed her hand on his heart. He shrugged her hand away roughly
"Stop it. I feel guilty enough, like I've cheated on her but there's nothing to feel guilty about and I haven't cheated because we weren't and never will be together"
"Oh Fletch surely you know that you mean a lot to each other"
Fletch sighed heavily again "did you know I told her that we were going to talk about everything we haven't been?" Again running his fingers through his hair "and then she bolted"
"And why do you think she did that Fletcher?"
