Chapter Nine
Luke
Operation, win over Fallon, is officially happening.
I don’t know how, but it's going to happen. I can see with the way she acts that she wants it too, she just won't let herself, and I need to know why. I will make it my life's mission to get it out of her. She will never take a chance on me until she's sorted out her reasoning.
I still can't get over that she is Maya's friend. I knew I recognised her, but that's why I don’t remember where from. That was one of the most emotional cases I've ever worked on. Both of them were rushed in at the same time, and their friend died.
Fuck.
He died.
Is that what this is about? Was she more than friends with him? Now I feel like a right piece of shit for pressuring her. How the hell was I supposed to know? I don’t even know who I can ask about it. It’s not like I can ask her, can I?
No, I'm jumping ahead of myself, making up scenarios when I don’t know if they're true. But then again, I wasn’t there when he passed; I was in Maya’s room. How the hell am I going to find out?
Well, there isn’t much I can do about it right now.
The operation is still on until I find out otherwise.
I can't let her get away without at least trying.
With my mind busy conjuring up plans of what to do first, I head over to Maya's room to discharge her.
Fallon left a little earlier, running away at the first sign of something happening.
Walking into the room, I’m greeted by Maya and Tommy wrapped up in each other. It’s lovely to see how loved up they are, but fuck, don’t they know I’m having a midlife crisis over my own love life right now?
I let out a fake cough to get their attention, and they both turn to look at me with embarrassed smiles.
“Maya, you're free to go,” I smile back.
“Thank God. I have never been so excited,” she says as she grabs her bag off the bed.
Tommy, on the other hand, hesitates.
“Thanks again for today. I can't begin to express how grateful we are to you. Rushing down here so quickly for my girl means the world to me,” he says, holding a hand out to me. I take it, shaking it before replying.
“I know it's my job, but I'm always here if you ever need me,” I tell them both.
I like this group, they're very similar to my own friends. It’s a good job I plan on getting closer to them soon, if Fallon finally gives in.
“And the same to you. I might not be able to stop a bleed, but anything else, I'm there,” he laughs, before taking Maya's bag from her and the pair heading out the door.
Then an idea pops into my head.
“Maya?” I call after her, and she turns to look back at me. “This is very unprofessional of me, but would you mind…”
“Giving you Fallon's number?” She asks, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Er, yeah, how did you know?” I ask, my eyes widening.
“Just a guess,” she smirks. “Of course I will, on one condition.”
I stare at her, waiting for her to carry on, hanging on to any piece of information she'll give me. I'm like a bloody dog with a bone.
“You look after her, she’s had a rough ride in the love department,” she admits.
“Don’t worry, I plan to.”