Love With Flora Part 12.

It had been a fairly easy night as there were no operation cases and six beds were already empty. There were tea towels to wash out and also the kitchen to clean up. Becky has done much amount of work for the day. She poked her head round into the kitchen door, the men had gone, the day staff nurses were already stacking the breakfast things which the senior consultant had promised to wash earlier. She yawned and went downstairs to the changing room, found her coat, tied a scarf over head without even bothering to look in a mirror and left the hospital. She was so tired and very hungry. She would buy some real good meal on her way home, she thought to herself. She yawned again and almost choked on it. Doctor Dave was already standing on the pavement waiting for her.

Breakfast, he said crisply and popped her into the Rolls at the curb, got in beside her and was driving away before she had the breath to say: You are mad, i mean, I am going back the flat, but i must buy some food. You are too tired to cook, Dave Observed. We will have breakfast somewhere and then you can go home to bed. I cant go out, I mean, look at me, i am still in my uniforms under this coat and i have not even done my hair or my face. I also have a lot of washing to do. Breakfast first, he said. We will discuss the washing later. He turned and look at her, You are looking good to me. He drove into a nice looking eatery. It took Becky a few seconds to grasp the fact that this was actually where he intended they eat their breakfast. I can't go in there, she expostulated strongly. You must be quite mad..She added.

 To Be Continued....Drop your comments.