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Iain Dean sat in the Paramedics station feeling worse for wear. To say last night had been eventful would be a huge understatement. Wildly drunk, fiery kissing, ending up back at…some woman’s house…Man, did he even ask her name? Followed by a night of…Well, if he was honest, he wasn’t sure passion was the right word for it…
All he knew was that he had woken up feeling sick and disorientated and regretful of what had happened.
He had managed to escape the house before the lady had even woken up, walked straight to work, freshened up, gotten into his uniform and then slumped on the sofa in the staff room.
He didn’t dare drive, the amount of alcohol he had consumed last night was almost certainly not out of his system yet.
Iain sipped away slowly at his morning coffee, hoping he could manage to keep it down as caffeine was the only thing that was going to get him through today.
Suddenly, Indie came bounding through the doors, portable speaker in hand, singing along to 5,6,7,8 by Steps at the top of her lungs.
“Urgh, stop!” Iain groaned, putting his hand up in a ‘stop’ motion before placing his hand onto his throbbing head.
Indie paused the music and looked at her colleague with a confused face.
“Alright Grumpy what’s up with you? You’re normally the first one up for a bit of ambo karaoke?”
“Yeah well not today. I’ve got a banging headache.” Iain complained, putting his head in his hands.
Indie momentarily looked concerned for her colleague before a cheeky smirk grew across her face.
“Wait, are you hungover? Is the Golden Boy, Iain Dean, actually hungover?” She laughed as she approached him, ruffling his hair up to tease.
“OW! STOP!” Iain snapped, batting her hand away and Indie laughed as she jumped away from him.
“Oh wow you really are suffering aren’t you?” She said, observing his body language, hunched over and fragile, and his face, red eyed and tired.
“How much did you have to drink last night to get into that state?”
“Enough…” He replied, feeling rough as old boots.
“Yeah I bet. Had Paracetomol?”
Iain shook his head.
“Water?” Same again.
“Iain!” She exclaimed. “No wonder you’ve got such a bad headache you’re dehydrated.” She said, pulling out her phone and making a call.
“Hey Cam, have we got any electrolyte drinks in the vending machines?…Yeah Lucozade will be perfect…Paramedics station? Soon as? Thanks babe.”
Indie hung up the phone and then took a seat next to her friend.
“Cam’s bringing you some lucozade. Get those electrolytes back in you.” She said sweetly.
Iain let a small smile escape his lips at how thoughtful she had been.
“Thanks Mate.” He said, slinging an arm around her and pulling her in closely.
Indie rested her head against Iain’s shoulder for a minute. She found Iain to be like a big brother figure to her. He had always been there for her since the day she had started at Holby. He had stuck up for her, fought her corner, he’d even lied to save her butt in the past, getting himself into bother in the process. But she appreciated it. And she appreciated him.
It wasn’t long until Cam had arrived at the Paramedics staff room.
Indie jumped up to greet him at the double doors with a kiss.
“Ah thank you so much babe.” She said, happy to see her boyfriend and taking the Lucozade off his hands.
“You’re welcome. Since when did you drink Lucozade?” Cam asked, curiously.
“I don’t.” Indie said, pointing her eyes in Iain’s direction. He was still slumped on the sofa, rubbing his head and generally just feeling sorry for himself.
“Owh I see…Anyway, I best get back. See you later. Feel better Iain!” Cam called out before leaving the pair to it.
“Catch!” Indie exclaimed, throwing the drinks bottle towards Iain with enthusiasm.
The bottled hurtled towards Iain, hitting him in the chest before bouncing off of him and landing on the floor.
“Why would you do that?” He snarled.
“Well someone’s gotta sort you out. Jan will be in soon, and if she finds you in this state, you’re toast!” Indie replied.
“I guess so…” Iain trailed off, seemingly defeated.
Indie looked at him and sighed. She did feel for him. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a packet of Paracetamol, popping two tablets out and taking them over to her friend.
“Here.”
Iain looked up, realising what Indie was doing and taking the tablets out of her hands. He then grabbed the Lucozade from the floor and used it to swig down the Paracetomol.
“Thank You. Why are you being so nice to me?” He asked, he certainly didn’t deserve it, what with the mess he seemed to be making of his life at the moment.
Indie returned to sit next to Iain again.
“Because you’ve always been nice to me. You stuck by me when no one else did. And I appreciate it alright?” Indie explained, dropping Iain a small, but grateful smile.
Iain smiled back in return. “Yeah well…You remind me of someone…”
“Who?” Indie asked, intrigued.
“I’ve got a little sister…Gemma…She lives in Thailand now but she was just like you when she lived here…Constantly in trouble, but a heart of gold.” Iain said and it was true…She didn’t half remind him of his little sister somedays.
“Awh…So I’m like…Your annoying kid Sister?” Indie was intrigued.
“Yeah.” Iain replied.
“So that means I get ‘kid sister’ privileges right?” She asked with a cheeky smirk on her face.
Iain sighed. “What do you want?” He asked.
“I won’t tell Jan you’re hungover…” She began.
“If…” Iain said with a roll of the eyes.
“IF…you restock the ambo for me?” She finished with a cheeky smile.
“Urgh fine! If it means you’ll leave me alone for a while…” Iain said, standing up and heading towards the doors which led out to the ambulances.
“Love you bro! Feel better yeah? Hope the Paracetomol kicks in soon…” She told him sweetly as he pushed the doors open and headed out.
Iain smiled to himself as he stepped into the back of the ambulance. Even if the rest of his life felt like it was falling apart, at least he knew he had friends which were practically family. And that meant more than the world to him.