Well, hello again! I am back with a brand new story. It took a while for me to write this, thinking about how I would develop the idea I had into a story. I had lots of research to do so that is why it's taken me so long to finally start writing. (and maybe, maybe it also got to do with a new TV show I've recently discovered. It's called Downton Abbey and might I say… It's a wonderful, wonderful show).

Anyway, enjoy!

"Come on", Thomas Gillan yelled while he honked. "Move it!" He took in a deep breath, so he could make sure he wouldn't lose his patience, letting the irritation have its freedom to make him abrupt and rude. He pressed the honk of the ambulance one more time, so the cars in front of him would move out of the way. "Seriously, flashing lights aren't for decoration", he muttered under his breath.

Finally, the cars occupying the London roads moved out of the way. He finally stepped on the gas, manoeuvring his way on the asphalt, passing the red double-decker busses and passenger vehicles, so typical for the many tourist that visit England's capital. After another five minutes he arrived at Mildmay Hospital. The bright lights of the hospital illuminated its entranceway.

He parked the ambulance at the entrance of the Accident and Emergency department when he noticed a familiar person standing there. The man was already wearing his Arsenal T-shirt, which he proudly wore to support one of London's football clubs. When he got out of the ambulance Miles turned around and greeted his friend in his usual cheerful manner. "Tom!", he said, raising his voice so he could be heard despite all the fuss of the hospital.

"Miles, what are you doing here so early?" He walked towards the end of the ambulance to help his colleague unload the patient.

"Well", he said with a very present twinkle in his eyes. "My shift finished early."

He pushed the gurney towards the entrance. "I just have to bring this patient in and change. I'll be there soon."

"All right", Miles said, opening the door, which would give them access to the Accident and Emergency department. Immediately a doctor and a nurse rushed towards them. "I'll wait in the waiting room", he heard Miles say in the background.

Kitty made her way from cubicles towards the waiting room. She took a deep breath, taking in the specific aroma that always lingered around her when she was in a hospital. Only this time she would not be lying in a bed, helpless. Depending on the help of the doctors and nurses.

And now, now she was finally free of the person who put her in that position many times. She finally broke free of his grip on her life, a life she wanted to live in freedom. Only the freedom was taken away from her when she decided to marry him.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she nearly hit the gurney that came through the door unexpectedly. Two paramedics were bringing in the patient who was lying on the gurney. She looked up, only to be met with clear, blue eyes. Those blue eyes she had met a couple of days ago for the very first time. The blue eyes that had crept up in her thoughts, resisting to leave.

Their eye contact was brief. He awkwardly looked away when he must've noticed her looking at him. She shook her head while she heard him say: "This is James Morstan, age 35. He has been in a car accident." She looked at him until he disappeared behind the door, leading him to the resuscitation room.

This wasn't the time to get head over heels with someone. She couldn't handle that right now if it would go badly. She and Sylvie had finally found a small little apartment near the hospital only two weeks ago.

She slowly made her way towards the reception desk. The waiting room was whirlwind of doctors, nurses, patients and their closest relatives. Nurse were helping the patient make their way towards the exit while the doctors called in the patient, giving them the required care. She leaned against the reception desk, greeting the two receptionist with a simple nod and a small smile. She opened the patient file she had tucked under her arm during her journey from resus to the waiting room. She had been so concentrated on the task of writing down the notes from her previous patient, that she hadn't noticed someone walking towards her.

"So", she heard behind her, out of the blue. "You must be new here." In the corner of her eyes he slowly made its way towards her, positioning himself next to her, leaving almost no space between them.

When she didn't answer his question he must've thought it was an invitation to keep talking to her. Sometimes she wished men would leave her alone. All she ever wanted was to be left alone, not feeling trapped in the corner of a dark room. Nowhere to go, the door in plain sight, but unreachable. "I hope you are adjusting nicely", he continued, a smile widely spread across his face like he was a child who finally got the candy he always longed for.

She hoped the silence would've driven him away, only the opposite happened. "I've noticed that you don't really want to talk."

These words made her look up from the thick stack of which the patient file consisted, finally daring herself to look him in the eye. The smile on his face never left, perhaps it only got wider since she decided to look at him. Maybe it was time to change strategy. Simply ignoring him wouldn't work. The last few minutes had proven that. "I'm busy", she said, making eye contact for only a short moment.

"Busy saving lives. I get it." He must have noticed her sending him a questioning look, because he continued: "I am a doctor at Great Ormond Street Hospital. It's near Russell Square station."

"Miles, leave her alone." It was a sharp Scottish accent that reached their conversation, ready to start mingling. The paramedic who just brought in a patient was standing next to Miles. His friend took the paramedics advice and slowly started to make his way to the exit.

"I apologize for my friend", he said. "He doesn't know when to stop."

After a moment – to her it seemed like forever – she finally dared herself to look up from the patient file, daring herself to meet his gaze. The blue eyes who, with some imagination would turn into the majestic waves of the sea, met her brown ones. Those eyes filled with the sincerity she hadn't come across in years.

"I've gathered", she said after putting in the effort to give him a small smile.

"Kitty?" She looked past the paramedic, seeing her colleague waiting for her in the doorway. "We need your help with the patient that they've just brought in."

She nodded. "Yes, I'm coming."

After her colleague disappeared behind the now closed doors, she finally turned all her attention to him. "I have to go", she said. "Help them…"

He must have know she wanted to call him by name, must have seen she was seeking his name tag on his uniform. "Thomas Gillan", he said, extending his hand.

"Kitty Trevelyan", she said, while she shook his extending hand. The touch of his hand sent jitters down her spine, awakening the butterflies in her stomach. Those butterflies that she thought had died the moment she had married Elliot Vincent.

Without exchanging any word she made her way to the resuscitation room while he made its way towards the exit, where his friend Miles was waiting for him. Before she entered resus she heard his friend say: "I thought you said you hadn't met anyone pretty enough for you."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I asked you yesterday evening and you said you hadn't." Those were the last words she heard those man speak before they were out of reach, the rest of their conversation unknown to her.

So, what do you think? It would be very lovely if you all took the time to review this. It's much appreciated. Thanks!