Darkness enveloped her vision, and Tamara came to her senses a few seconds later, seated on the floor. She shook her head slightly, feeling the pounding of protest, and reached up to touch her forehead. As she pulled her hand away, she saw blood.

"Great," Tamara muttered, standing, and noticed that the fight that had started a few seconds before was still going. Ignoring her injury, Tamara found Nathan and Melodie standing together on the out skirts of the fight, and they paled when they saw her.

"Who decided to start wrestling?" Tamara asked, pointing towards the commotion and trying to ignore the dizziness she felt. Melodie's face pulled into a mask of concern while Nathan frowned, nodding at her forehead.

"Never mind that, you better get that checked."

"I'll worry about it later, right now I just want to find who threw the damn leg at me." Tamara replied, and turned to see that most of the ruckus had quietened, the two who had started the torrent of punches pulled away from each other.

That's when she saw the unconscious man, lying in a pool of blood near the back of the room. Gasping, she rushed over, dropping to her knees and going into nurse mode. Checking his pulse, he was still breathing, and thankfully his wound was bleeding from his shoulder, not his head, which quietened her initial panic.

As she found the wound, she winced and muttered 'sorry' as the man groaned and tried to push her away. She noticed the tattoo's on his arms, and the goatee on his chin. The gang patch on his breast pocket made her pause for a moment, before realising his gang membership didn't really matter, as long as she helped him out.

A few minutes later, someone dropped on their knees beside her and Tamara looked sideways to see Josh, his eyes serious, face set. He glanced at her quickly, before flipping open his phone and ringing the hospital.

"They'll be here in five. You really should get that head fixed now, Jacobs."

"It's not that bad-"

"Bad? It's about as long as your thumb." He said roughly, and as soon as the ambulance arrived, he grabbed her arm and dragged her off towards his car outside.

"What? Where are you taking me?" Tamara said, voice rising. "I didn't pick you for a pedophile, but I did learn self defense when I was 13-"

"Just shut up and get in." Josh groaned, waiting for her to get in his passenger side. Tamara grumbled, but got in anyway. The flash car smelt new, and she didn't want to drip blood, which was now running down her neck, onto the leather seats.

Doctor's wages, she thought, snorting slightly under her breath.

The drive to the hospital was tense, Josh glancing her way every now and again to make sure she wasn't bleeding out on his leather. Tamara rolled her eyes at his obvious concern for his car.

"Look, I could have just gotten a ride in the ambulance."

"I-" Josh stopped, confusion on his face. "Actually, I didn't think of that."

Tamara stared at him in mock surprise. "Wow, the great Josh Munroe, not thinking? I'll have to tweet that one."

"Please, twitters for nitwits."

"So is Grand Theft Auto."

Josh shot her an annoyed look. "You're so much easier to be around when you don't talk."

"Ditto."

They sat in silence for a couple moments, before Josh broke the silence. "You don't look very good, by the way."

"Oh sorry, I normally look better after getting a chair leg to the forehead." Tamara replied sarcastically, and Josh scowled.

"You know what I meant."

"You've called me ugly before."

Josh frowned, and then he laughed, as if he was remembering the first night at the bar. "Okay, I wasn't being serious, it was a joke. I don't normally go around calling strangers ugly."

"Oh? Just the ones you don't like?"

"Well, yeah."

Tamara rolled her eyes. "Good we cleared that up." She looked out the window, surprisingly a little hurt by his honesty. To call her ugly was one thing, but admitting he didn't like her at all, was another.

"Hey," he said, voice soft as they parked in the staff car parks. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"It's okay." She interjected, not wanting to be put down any more then she already had. "Let's just get my head fixed so we can both go home." She walked ahead of him, and shocked Willa at reception, who stuttered and stared at her forehead like grapes were growing out of the cut.

"I'll just see if Dr. Sullivan...oh yes she's free, so go to room 121, just down the hall and she'll be with you in a minute.

Tamara nodded, not even checking to see if Josh was still there. If he wasn't, she didn't care.

Do you? A little voice in her head chimed. Tamara blamed it on the cut, and entered the room without glancing back. Dr. Sullivan walked in just as she took a seat on the bed.

"Bar fights? You're definitely new." The older woman smiled warmly, and Tamara laughed, feeling more relaxed in her comforting presence. Just as she was pulling on gloves and turning towards Tamara, her pager went. A look of despair crossed her face, and she glanced at Tamara sympathetically.

"I'm so sorry, dear, but I need to get this. They need me in the operating theatre, but I'll find another doctor for you." She said, before rushing out. Tamara sighed, the pounding in her head like a pulse. She waited in the empty examination room, feeling very tired suddenly.

The door banged open, scaring Tamara, and she squeaked, turning to see who interrupted her calm.

"Oh for god sake, you're still here?" She snapped, watching in anger as Josh angrily pulled on some gloves and strode over to where she sat on the side of the bed.

"Yeah, Dr. Sullivan caught me. Said you needed a doctor, and since I'm the only one who's got nothing more pressing to do, she sent me." He said, voice clipped and short.

"Fine. Just do it quick."

"Whatever you say, love."

He grabbed what looked like dettol ointment, and Tamara cringed, knowing the burning sensation it would cause. Josh dabbed it onto a gauze and grabbed her chin, holding her head steady. Tilting it back slightly, he applied the gauze, dabbing it gently on the wound. Tamara hissed, trying to pull away but he held tighter, annoyance written on his face.

"Stop moving, idiot." He muttered, his accent more pronounced then normal, almost like when he was stressed or angry, it would get stronger in how he talked.

"Sorry," she mumbled, trying to not hide from the medicine. Eventually, he had cleaned it, and grabbed some butterfly stitches.

"Don't hit me," he muttered, moving closer. Tamara opened her legs slightly, so he could lean in more to examine the cut. She stared at his face, looking for flaws. Angry, she found none. His jaw had a hint of five o clock shadow on it, and his eyes were focused intensely on her forehead. She could feel his breath fanning out on her face, the hotness of it warming her cheeks.

Tamara snapped herself out of it, almost blushing. She hated him. No nice, or good thoughts would help strengthen that case.

He finished with the butterfly stitches and found a bandage to go over it. Once it was in place, he didn't step back. His eyes met hers, and for a brief few seconds, Tamara wondered if she would push him away if he leaned down and kissed her. Something flickered in his eyes, stirring something she hadn't felt before. The air felt thicker, hotter, and she swore he was thinking something along the lines of what she was.

"Dr. Munroe, are you finished?"

Tamara didn't know if she should have hugged Melodie or punched her for interupting. And it scared her.

They jumped apart, and Josh rubbed the back of his neck, then his calm facade fell back into place.

"Yeah, you can take her know. I'll fill out the papers soon." He said, business like again. Tamara nodded, not trusting her voice, and followed Melodie out the door. Just as she was about to close it, Josh said something.

"Tamara? I didn't mean you were ugly, okay?" His voice came out quick, like a kid who was forced to apologize and didn't want to. Tamara shrugged, turning away.

"I know."

As she walked down the hall and said goodbye to Willa, Tamara's head was jumbled, scrambled. It had been one heck of a night.

Melodie opened the passengers door, and Tamara hopped in, grateful she was there. As they drove out of the parking lot, Melodie sighed.

"What?" Tamara asked, and Melodie shrugged a shoulder carelessly.

"Nothing."

"That didn't look like nothing."

"Neither did you and Josh, just then."

Tamara forced her blush down, and turned toward her window. "But it was just that."

"Just what?"

"Nothing."

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So I tried making it exciting, but probably failed. Thank you for reading if you are, and leave a comment if you like! :)