Arya's first request for Germany was denied, partly because she put no effort into it. She didn't want to go, as much as Kyle tried to pressure her. But after a month at camp she was beginning to reconsider, growing quickly tired of the same day-by-day work. Other than a few rare cases, all her patients were the same. In Germany she'd be seeing bigger cases, and more variety. And she'd still be close to Kyle.
So she reapplied the week before Kyle came back from patrol. Arya was sitting in her tent finishing some paperwork with an open letter on her bed when Kyle came in, talking up a storm. At first, she thought it was simple excitement from being back, but she hadn't gotten a word, or for that matter a hug before he went into ranting about the new girl. And the more he talked about it, the more it stung, the jealously quickly growing in her stomach, listening to him go on about how well she was with Max, and how much fun it was with her around.
It's like I'm not even here, she clamped her mouth shut, trying not to get upset,
Does he even understand that what he says hurts?
When he said she entertained him, at first Arya's mind went blank, and then it spiraled, thinking of all the things this girl could have done to 'entertain' him. Tears pricked her eyes and she swallowed them back, trying to remind herself that she might be overthinking it all.
"I'm glad you made a friend," she murmured, cleaning up her paperwork with her back towards him, "Sorry Kyle, I need to run. I'm still on call."
She fled past him, escaping her tent and rushing back to the medbay. There was no way to explain how she was feeling, not without causing a fight.
Maybe they are just friends. Maybe I am overreacting.
"Dr. Culling, patrol just came in, we need a checkup on Farner. Seems she got a rather nasty cut on her arm that's infected."
Her breath sucked in, knowing she couldn't have worse luck then needing to patch up the girl hitting on her fiance.
"Thank you Officer," she nodded, slipping past him and putting her things down before finding her patient amongst the beds. She was praying this girl would have bad teeth, or acne, or anything superficial to make her feel even a touch better. But on the contrary, Rosaline Farner was gorgeous. She had sunkissed copper hair pulled back in a pony tail and blue eyes, with faint freckles along her cheeks. She had a model look about her, and when she greeted Arya it was sincere and pleasant. She was a nice person, making Arya feel worse and worse.
Sucking up her pride, she patched her up, asking how she got the scratch. Rosaline launched into a long story about her patrol getting caught up at a trench and her teammates dog tripping her when she tried to sneak up on her closest team mate. Instead she'd slipped into the small trench and cut her arm on wire.
"He helped me up of course, and bandaged me up best he could. But its still infected. He did his best though. Hey you've been hear long enough. Do you know Officer Wetsworth? Is he single? He didn't talk much about his home life, he preferred talking about the job or Max."
Arya's eyes widen and she choked on her words, trying to look like she hadn't just swallowed poison.
"Uh I think he's taken," she stammered, cursing herself for sounding so unsure.
"I guess I should just ask him, right?" she smiled, "Thank you for bandaging me up Doc."
As Rosaline walked away, Arya heart plummeted, unsure of what she had just done. Had she just encouraged someone to ask her fiance out? Why hadn't she just said he was dating her?
