LRPD - (third) sneak peek - part 19

sorry all I have been slacking but in my defense I've had a bit of a cold and a fair amount of overtime but I'm slowly getting it together. Anyway, have another little sneak peek.

“Daisy!” He barks over the heads of dayshift, charging down the hallway at break neck speed. “We’ve got one landing, let’s go.” Key’s eyes are as wide as saucers, and you shoot her a pleading look, even though you know she’s irritated with you because he’s been on a tear. She shakes her head vehemently. That’s gonna be a no.

You struggle to keep up, practically tripping over yourself in the race to the elevator, rattling off questions about what exactly is coming in, and getting short, succinct answers in response.

The elevator doors close, and he punches the button for the roof before crossing his arms. It’s stifling. Suffocating almost, and suddenly you’re not his wife, you’re the new hire, the one who left a stuffed animal in a crib, who misinterpreted a blood gas.

Though you haven’t really been acting like his wife this week.

You’ve been running in the opposite direction of him.

“I…” you want to explain yourself, apologize, but you don’t know how, and at the same time you think you owe him none of it at all.

“You what?” Frustration rattles your name on his lips and it’s jarring. He hasn’t snapped at you in so long you almost forgot how it sounded. How it felt.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” He cocks his head.

“No one likes a liar Daisy.” You turn stiff, palms now sweating at your sides. Jesus Christ. “Are you ready?”

“I- what?” You can’t collect your thoughts, thrown too far off track, and his jaw clenches.

“Are you ready? Can you do your job or do I need to find someone else to do it?” You’re the bug again. The one under his microscope or worse, his shoe.

“I can do it.”