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Riain Drabble (ok it’s not a Drabble but) - Budge Up

“Budge up, you,” Rita huffed, prompting Iain to shuffle over quickly and let her plop her small frame down in the new space beside him. He had been sitting on the edge of the back of an ambulance, head rested on his hands; Rita hadn’t been sure whether he was thinking or just asleep. Still, she had bounded over to him, sure she could energise him once more, with the little energy she had left after a usually tough shift.

“Alrigh’ Reet?” He mumbled and she concluded that he had, in fact, been asleep this whole time. She tutted and took his face in her hands, looking over it and noticing the eyebags deeply etched onto his face, eyelids only half-open. She placed a light kiss atop his nose before giving his face back to him.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” She tried to sound stern but couldn’t quite muster the bite in her words that she wanted as she looked at him. He opened his mouth to reply but found he couldn’t so simply shook his head, earning another tut from Rita.

“You can’t work like this, Iain, you’ll have to go home.” He perked up at that, jumping up with as much enthusiasm as he could possibly find and smiling a smile just short of his usual heart-stopping number.

“Ah no, Reet, really ’m fine. Just a little sleepy, is all.” He cupped her cheek affectionately before walking off to join Dixie. Rita smirked slightly as his assumption that he would get away that easily.

“Dixie!” She called and the fellow blonde bounded over to her.

“Rita? To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“That man,” Rita pointed accusingly at Iain’s now turned back, “Didn’t sleep at all last night, or the night before I’m guessing. There’s no way it’s safe for him or for our patients if he’s here.”

Dixie looked over at him, clocking all the sleep deprived signs she had previously missed and sighed, rolling her eyes.

“You’re right, of course, but if so, you’re the one getting him to go. Good luck to you.” And with that, Dixie scampered off leaving a bewildered Rita on her own. She walked tentatively to Iain’s new position. She had a plan.

“Iain! Dixie said you could have your break now while I’m here!” She told him excitedly. He faked an excited thumbs up which she noticed and fought not to raise an eyebrow at, before joining her in the break room.

They sat down on the sofa and Rita wound Iain’s arm round her waist and threw one of her legs over his, intertwining them. That should do it.

“So, come on, tell me what’s been,” she yawned for effect, “bothering you?”

“Rita,” she pouted at the loss of her nickname, “It really isn’t a big-”

“Iain.” Rita stated his name firmly, giving him very few options at this point but to spill.

“Ok, ok, fine.” He relented, “I’ve just been so stressed lately, it was that case on - what was it? - Tuesday, that’s it, on Tuesday with that little girl, you know the one. It’s just been getting on top of me more than it should. It’s happened in the past too and it goes in a couple of days but right now I just feel…I just feel…”

He stopped as he heard the sounds of Rita’s soft little snores echoing around the room. Looking down, he saw her head, now on his shoulder, with eyes closed and a spot of dribble at the corner of her mouth. At first he grew annoyed but that soon melted into pure love as he stared at her. He tried to get up but found her leg was rather restricting on his and making sure he was going nowhere. Giving up, he instead rested his head stop hers and allowed the exhaustion that had been building for days to wash over him.

He was asleep in seconds.

Rita opened one eye and wiped the faked dribble from her mouth. Result.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.