"Okay, so this might hurt just a little bit. Or it might just feel weird." Sweets was lying flat on his back on his bed, a towel underneath him and Isabelle preparing her tools.

"I had stitches once but they were dissolvable so I have no idea how it actually feels. And once, my mum broke her arm when I was studying nursing, I offered to take the staples out of her arm post surgery and she said no. But staples are generally more easier to remove."
"What will it feel like, do you think?" He asked, watching her carefully. Isabelle shrugged and retied her hair into a bun, making sure all of her hair was out of her face. She pulled on some gloves and knelt at the side of her bed and bit her lip as she thought.

"You might feel a tugging, a pulling. It will probably feel weird. Nah, it'll most definitely feel weird." She picked up the tools needed and Sweets watched as she got to work on the stitches. He winced once when he heard the first snapping of the thread being snapped and then gave a small laugh.

"That feels very weird." He said and Isabelle stopped momentarily to look at his face but when she saw that he was, infact relaxed and not frozen in pain. She smiled and went back to work, carefully removing each of the black threads.

"And that's two down, one to go." She said finally. Sweets sat up to look down at the scars, bright pink from the healing.

"Guess I'm getting quite a collection now, aye?" Isabelle rolled her eyes as she gave the area a clean with some water and then dried it before moving around the bed till she was sitting on the bed and staring at the healing wound on his right, from where the drains had pulled fluid from his lungs.

"What a hoarder." She said, feigning disappointment but her face turned into a smile. She got the stitches out no problem and cleaned and dried it. She pushed herself off the bed as Sweets sat up and inspected the scars, the ones on his back a faded pink compared to the ones on his side and chest. Isabelle went to his drawers and pulled out a shirt for him to wear. Sweets took and carefully put it on as she cleaned up.

"Thank you, again. For everything. I know you'll only be here for like, another week but you've really helped." Sweets said as he followed her out of the room. Isabelle turned and gave him a cheesy grin and gave finger guns with her free hand. "You're real strange."
"I know. When I was younger, my sister Arielle used to always say that." Sweets sat down in the lounge, looking out the window.

"You don't talk about your sister much." He commented as she came and sat down in an armchair that had become, in his mind, hers. She shrugged.

"She's not really much to talk about. We don't... Get along. We did when we were little. She's my twin after all."
"I wish I had siblings."
"You can have mine. I don't need her anymore." Sweets snorted.

"If you didn't have your sister, where would you be?" Isabelle shrugged. "Exactly. I mean, I'm sad that my parents who adopted me died but I wouldn't have it any other way. They raised me nice." Isabelle laughed.

"I think you're taking a trip down informal English, my friend. Raised me nice? Before you know it, I'll have you saying yeah, nah or nah, yeah."
"No thank you." He laughed. Isabelle watched his face as he smiled and looked out the window. His sweet, handsome face was more alive than she had seen in the last few weeks. She would miss this time with him.

"Is that a car?" Sweets was still looking out the window.

"Well, cars do tend to be outside, Sweets. Well done on noticing." He shook his head, ignoring the sarcastic tone in her voice. Isabelle looked out the window and saw what he was talking about. A car had slowed down and was parking itself across the road. It had the Jeffersonian logo on the side.

"I think you've got some friends coming to visit."
"Thank goodness I already showered." Isabelle rolled her eyes and stood up.

"There's three people. A dude with whitish, blonde hair, a dude with no hair and a chick with a brown pony tail.... And damn she has a baby bump almost as big as Hannah's!" Sweets pushed himself off the couch and stood beside Isabelle. Another car pulled up behind that car and Hannah got out as well. Sweets sighed.

"Damn."
"What?"
"So that ones Clarke," he pointed to the short, dark skinned man who was helping Hannah. "The guy with the white-blonde hair is Wendell - he's cool- and that girl..." He breathed deeply through his nose. Isabelle could see the evident discomfort on his face.

"You okay?"
"Yeah. I just hoped I could go longer without seeing my ex-girlfriend. Daisy." The group of people disappeared and Isabelle turned to him.

"Well as your nurse, I can prevent certain people from entering the premises." She offered. Sweets sighed.

"Let's see what she wants first. I haven't seen her in over a year. So this is bound to be interesting."

Sweets went and sat down, Isabelle stayed standing, ready to open the door when someone would eventually knocked.

They were heard before they were seen. A high pitched female voice almost made Isabelle go cross eyed at how high and energetic it sounded. She looked at Sweets who looked grim. He stood up just as someone knocked on the door.

"Do you want me to get it?"
"No, I'll get it." He went and opened it, Isabelle standing to the side.

"Sweets!" There was a cacophony of voices as people talked, greeting Sweets. His face lit up as he looked over the faces of his friends. He moved out of the way to let everyone inside. Everyone but Hannah was so focused on Sweets that the didn't notice Isabelle, who grinned at Hannah as she approached.

"Shouldn't you be about to explode?"
"Ugh, I want to. I want these kids out of me." She muttered in Isabelle's ear, hugging her tightly. Isabelle helped her into a seat. "How's your friends leg?"
"Oh man, she's such an egg. I got home last night and she was sitting on the couch but you'd think she was a bat because she was watching the TV by sitting upside down. So I think her leg is okay." Hannah laughed. Isabelle patted Hannah's hand and turned to see Sweets was waiting for Isabelle to look at them.

"This is Isabelle. She's the one keeping me on my toes."
"Someone has to." Hannah retorted. Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"And I'm the right chick for the job." She grinned. Sweets shook his head, a smile on his face.

"So this is Clarke, Daisy and-."
"Hi, I'm Wendell." The blonde guy greeted, his blue eyes sparkling as he spoke, his hand out stretched to shake her hand. Isabelle felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks as she shook his hand. Behind him, the woman named Daisy snorted.

"Okay, can we sit down now? Hannah's sitting down so I would like to sit down."
"You didn't have to come, Daisy." There was a hint of iciness in Hannah's voice that caused Isabelle to look away from Wendell and look at Hannah. Hannah saw the look and shook her head. There was definitely a story behind that.

"Hey Isabelle, you can take the rest of the day off. Go and have a break." Hannah said, her face turning warm and friendly as she looked away from Daisy.

"You sure?"
"Yeah, go ahead. We'll be here for awhile. I'll make sure he gets to bed at a good time."
"We won't keep him up too late." Clarke grinned. Isabelle looked at Sweets who looked like he didn't want her to leave but Isabelle could see that it was probably a good thing for her to leave, especially since Daisy looked like she was going to eat Sweets.

"Okay. Hannah, Sweets, you have my number. Call me if you need anything. And I mean absolutely anything." She was looking at Sweets when she said that and she knew that he got the message.

"I'll walk you out?" Wendell offered, standing quickly even though he had just sat down. His face flushed slightly pink but Isabelle felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach.

"I'd like that." She said sweetly and Wendell grinned more and moved to open the door. "I'll see you all later then. Call me if you need anything, Sweets."
"I will. Thanks Izzy." Sweets watched as Wendell followed Isabelle out. His heart plummeted in his chest as she left. She was gone with Wendell and he was stuck with Daisy.

"So Clarke, how's it going?!"

*********

"So how long have you been here in the US?" Wendell asked as they walked down the stairs.

"A couple of years. I worked for a bit back home but then I needed to spread my wings a bit."
"And do you like it here?" Isabelle shrugged and grinned.

"It's alright. Why, do you like it here?" Wendell laughed as they got into the foyer and exited into the outside.

"I mean, it's big."
"It's not as green."
"And we have good greasy food."
"And good, nice people." Isabelle pulled her car keys out.

"Even though they are people you've only just met, you'd consider them nice?"
"I mean, they say never judge a book by its cover. We have our fair share of murderers and serial killers."
"Aren't they the same thing?"
"Depends on your take." Isabelle laughed again and Wendell grinned. They reached her car and she leaned against the door.

"Thanks for walking me to my car, nice but possible murderer or serial killer Wendell."
"It was my pleasure." He looked like he wanted to say something else but hesitated.

"I'm not vegetarian. I love meat, salad and especially chips. And I would never so no to a banger of a chocolate mousse." Her face had flushed and Wendell gave her a nervous laugh.

"Okay that makes that much easier."
"I try."
"Does that mean I can get your number?" Still blushing but remaining cool, calm and collected, Isabelle took her phone out of her pocket and opened up a new contact and passed it to Wendell, just as he did the same thing. There was a brief silence as both of them typed.

"There." She said as she passed the phone back. "Don't be a stranger, Wendell Bray." She opened her door and climbed into her car and Wendell closed the door for her, a smile on his face as she pulled away, a bright smile on her face, happiness warming her from her head to her toes.

As she drove home, Isabelle was in deep thought, still smiling.

He was cute. And not a patient. And he showers interest in her. And he didn't seem like a dick. Unlike Munroe. Maybe this was a good sign.

Isabelle couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she pulled into her driveway and walked inside. Mel was laying on the couch, Vampire Diaries on the TV when she looked up at Isabelle.

"Okay, you are GLOWING!" She declared as Isabelle dropped onto the floor by Mel, grinning wildly. "Did Sweets finally declare his undying love to you?"
"Why would he do that?"
"Just a hunch but I guess not. I like the idea of star-crossed lovers." She pulled Isabelle's hair out of it's bun and started playing with her friends hair, brushing it with her fingers.

"I might have a date." Mel's fingers stopped in her hair and she looked at Mel, whose face was twisted into an expression of pure, embarrassing excitement.

"REALLY?!"
"Yes! Oh my word, you're insane." Mel slapped her shoulder.

"What's his name? Where'd you meet?" Isabelle turned.

"His name is Wendell. And he's a friend of Sweets. A couple of them came over today and... He gave me butterflies." Mel laughed and turned Isabelle's head so that she could continue playing with her hair.

"If he gave you butterflies, then I'm sure that's a good thing to go with."