Tamara was in the middle of applying mascara when her phone ringing made her jump, the mascara brush smudging against her cheek.

"Shit," she muttered, grabbing her phone before finding a flannel and scrubbing at the smudge.

"Hello?" She asked irritably, hoping the mascara was coming off. She frowned because the ringing continued. Looking down at the screen, she almost smacked herself with her hand repeatedly because she deserved it so much.

Turning off the alarm, she set it back on the bathroom counter, feeling embarrassed at trying to talk to her alarm tone. She had woken early, and forgotten to switch it off. Her nerves were all over the place, which was causing her to freak out slightly.

Today was her first day at St. Anthony's Hospital, and she was as excited as she was nervous.

Finally, the smudge of black disappeared, and she double checked her bun was neat, before nodding at her reflection.

Her dark brown hair was shiny, her tanned skin was clear and her green eyes were alert and ready. Last night had blurred as soon as she had gotten home, and she woken not even tired, considering she lay awake for ages, trying to get to sleep.

Checking her watch, Tamara made her way into the kitchen and quickly made herself a coffee, then had banana's on toast. Before she knew it, she was in her car and driving towards the hospital, almost bouncing in her seat all the way.

7:30am. Perfect timing. Smiling, Tamara grabbed what she needed and hurried inside the hospital doors, the smell of anesthetic hitting her like a slap in the face. She navigated the corridors and elevators, until she reached reception.

"Hello, can I help?" The pretty red head receptionist smiled warmly, and Tamara felt at ease with her.

"Yeah, I'm one of the training nurses, and I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction for orientation?" Tamara asked, and the red head nodded, her smile never wavering.

"You must be Tamara. Welcome to St. Anthony's Hospital. I'll just grab all the gear you'll need and show you the way." She stood, rustling around in one of the drawers behind her.

"Here's your pager and name tag. You're uniform will be in the locker that you're assigned."

"Thank you so much," Tamara added, and the red head waved her off.

"Don't sweat it. I'm Willa Matthews, by the way." She stuck out a hand and Tamara took it, shaking.

"I'm Tamara Jacobs." She replied, waiting for the whole 'ooooh the Dr. Jacobs daughter?!' but got none of it.

"I knew that already," Willa laughed, and started walking down towards what looked like the staff room. Tamara followed, impressed by her efficiency, yet her friendliness.

"The meetings in there. Have a good day, okay? I might see you in the cafeteria at lunch." Willa turned, waving and hurrying back to the busy receptionist desk. Tamara breathed in deep, then pushed the door open.

To hit someone with it. Hard.

Gasping, Tamara let go of the handle just as the door was yanked open. Glaring, the person stared at her before surprise took over his features.

"You!" They both said, and Tamara bit her lip when he rubbed his nose slightly. Stepping into the room, Tamara smirked.

"You're right. That does look better now." She said, and heard giggling behind her. Spinning, a group of about twelve sat, staring at the two. Going red with embarrassment, Tamara turned back to the moody grey eyes and narrowed her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, and his eyes flashed in annoyance.

"I like people hitting me with doors on occasion, so I hang out in hospital staff rooms."

"Now's not the time for sarcasm."

"Really? Here I was assuming you were enjoying our little banter."

Rolling her eyes, Tamara turned away from him and found a seat just as the door opened again. She could feel several eyes on her, and she tried to cover her blush as much as possible, with little success. Spotting a slightly familiar face, Tamara cracked a grin. The guy who had gotten her number was chuckling at her in the corner, and she smiled at him.

A tall man in blue scrubs and reeking of power walked into the room. Everyone sat up immediately.

"Welcome, everyone. I'm Dr. Samuel's, and I'll be the main supervisor of you all in your time here. as you know, the first half of the morning is orientation, and we'll sort out your placements. After lunch, the fun begins." He paused, looking over all of the faces before stopping on Tamara's.

"Miss Jacobs, how nice to see you following in your fathers footsteps. Give him my best wishes next time you talk to him." Dr. Samuel's smiled, then got back to business. Tamara nodded meekly, then glanced at grey eyes, who's eyebrow was raised. She glowered, annoyed that he could raise an eyebrow while she couldn't.

"We'll be splitting you into fours, where one of my senior colleagues will be watching over you. I will be supervising over the whole lot, so if I tell you something, listen. Josh Munroe," he said, pointing towards grey eyes, "will also be supervising one group as we are short on doctors at the moment, and he has stepped up to help."

Tamara frowned. Josh couldn't be any older then she was, maybe only a year, if that. How could he be in charge of trainees already?

"Right, the four with Dr. Williams are Tessa Avers, Jason Holiday, Molly Turner and Rose Flower." Dr. Samuel's pointed towards an older woman in the corner, and the four moved towards her. The last who stood, Tamara was sure it was Rose, flaunted in front of them all, her blond hair plaited tightly in a french braid and her smiled too warmly at Josh before walking over to her group.

As Dr. Samuel's called out names, Tamara started to panic. Why wasn't she in those groups? Surely she couldn't be with-

"-Tamara Jacobs, your with Josh."

Tamara suddenly wished she'd become a plumber.

Her expression matched his as she walked slowly towards him. Two boys and one other girl stood around him, and the girl smiled timidly, almost sympathetically.

"Okay, now that you're all in groups, your leaders will show you around. Have a great first day team." Dr. Samuel's walked out, and the excitement and chatter began again.

"Okay guys, the changing rooms are in that door, girls on left, guys on right. Go find your locker and get changed then meet me back out here in five." Josh said, ignoring Tamara.

Good. Just the way she liked it.

Five minutes later, she walked out in her purple nurses uniform, feeling really professional and giddy.

Josh led the way, showing the theatre floor, ER, ED, the patient wards and so on with only a few snippy comments when she asked something, so Tamara started to think he was the forgive and forget type, and relaxed more.

As they walked through F corridor, the rooms for older people, Tamara caught up to Josh, earning an annoyed look from him.

"How are you our supervisor? I mean, you can't be any older then any of us." Tamara started, and she thought he was going to ignore her completely.

Finally, he replied, "This is my second year here. Like Samuel's said, we're short, and I'm the only one fit enough to take on the job."

Tamara nodded, and looked at the floor, processing that. It meant he was only a year older then her and-

"Watch it!" His accent was sharp as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop right before she walked into an elderly man sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around his knees.

"Seriously, you're like the master of causing accidents." Josh shot at her, and she pulled away fron his hold, glaring at him.

"I wasn't-"

"Looking? Yeah, I figured, or do you like walking over elderly men?" He said sarcastically, his eyes boring into hers. "Maybe you should walk behind me, so I can say stop, and turn and walk when it's needed."

Tamara felt her anger bubbling, and she wanted to tell him right then and there that because he had an accent like Prince William, it didn't make him royalty. Getting talked down to like she was a child was not tolerable, and for it to be Josh was that much more infuriating.

"Is there any way to swap groups? Because you really are too sweet to work with." Tamara shot back, and saw the three others, Andrew, Sasha and Gerald step back a step, like they were trying to avoid the fight.

"Believe me, I've tried. Samuel's is a hard man, and now I'm starting to wish I pushed harder to swap." He retorted, and Tamara realised they were in the middle of the corridor, and the elderly man was staring wide eyed at them through his glasses, making him look frog like.

"Jacobs, shut up. And I don't mean that in the nicest way possible. Just be quiet so we can finish this tour and end this torture." Josh said, and turned to the other three. They started walking behind him again, and Sasha dropped back to talk to Tamara.

"That was intense." She whispered, and Tamara glowered as she walked.

"Tell me about it."

"You've got balls, talking to him like that," Sasha giggled, and Tamara glared at his broad shoulders.

"He'll have none when I'm done with him." She muttered, and Sasha tried to hide her laughter as they passed the sleeping patients.

Finally, lunch rolled around and Tamara escaped with Sasha in tow. She bought a sandwich and a coke and settled into a seat, her mood still snappy from the run in with Josh.

"So, nice to finally get the name to the number." Tamara looked up and saw Josh's friend smiling at her, Willa beside him.

"I'm Nathan, by the way." He sat in the seat next to her, still grinning like an idiot. Willa sat next to Sasha, and quietly started eating her lunch.

"How was the douche-bag today? Did he make it enjoyable?" Nathan asked, digging into his own turkey sandwich.

"It was like swallowing nails."

They all chuckled, and Nathan patted her on the back. "I knew you'd like him."

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