If Carly had any remaining misgivings accepting the job, they vanished on
her very first day. Lexie welcomed her warmly and introduced her to the other
members of staff. Carly felt she was really back home when she slipped on the
white coat. She was a doctor again, caring for and treating the sick. Once
again, she had a purpose in life. It was what she really needed and was
glad she listened to Daniel. The Head Nurse- Maxine Landis- was very friendly,
she liked her already. One of the younger doctors was friendly too, Nathan
Horton. On asking him, he explained he was Maggie and Mickey’s grandson. Nathan
seemed a nice young man, another doctor
in the Horton family. Compared to them and the Bradys, she and Frankie
were the only Von Leuschners left; the relatives they had were from their
mother’s side. Of course there was also Nicky and a sprinkling of Alamains.
Naturally, Vivian didn’t count.
Her first day would’ve been uneventful but for two incidents. The first
one was running into one of the student nurses; whom Carly immediately
recognized as the spitfire she accidentally spilled coffee on. The name tag
pinned to her overall read Melanie Layton.
‘Hello again,’ Carly said amiably, choosing to forget the girl’s rudeness that
day.
Melanie regarded the older woman coldly. Looking back, she realized she
had overacted but still felt angry towards Carly because her remarks and giving
her money had made her feel small. And to a person like Melanie who was hot
tempered with a huge chip on her shoulder; it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. ‘So,
you’re a doctor.’ She replied, refusing to acknowledge or return the greeting.
She looked at Carly’s I.D clipped to her
coat, the name ringing a bell. So she
was Carly Manning, Bo’s ex fiancée she heard Maggie and Mickey talking about.
Her lip curled cynically. The woman was very
beautiful but Bo and Hope’s love was steady despite their current
estrangement so she didn’t stand a chance if it was true she was planning to
get back with Bo.
‘That’s right, I used to work here years ago. It’s great to be back here
and working with new people. I hope we’ll get along well, Melanie.’
‘I doubt it, not with what I know about you.’ Melanie replied, before
she could stop herself. ‘Hope’s a great person, a lot of people love her. So if
you’re still harboring ideas about stealing her husband just because they’re
separated right now, just know a lot of people are on her side. Not in a million
years are they going to side with you, got that?’
‘You’ve got the wrong idea about me,’ Carly said quietly.
‘I’m so right about you,’ Melanie replied obstinately, ‘and you can’t
hold a candle to Hope Brady. She’s been with Bo for more than a decade, they
have kids. You gave up your rights ages ago after you dumped him for some rich
ruler…’
‘That’s enough,’ a cold angry
voice came from behind, startling both women. Bo’s face was a picture of fury,
his brown eyes glinting as he stared down at a now silent Melanie. ‘My marriage
and my past with Carly is none of your business. You stick to your own life and
butt out of stuff that’s got nothing to do with you. Get out here right now.’
As Bo was the only person Melanie was intimidated by, she didn’t dare
answer back. Instead she did what she was told, albeit sulkily.
‘Would I sound spiteful if I said “thanks”?’ Carly asked dryly.
‘Of course not. That girl’s
attitude problem’s no news to me.’
‘You know her well?’
Bo snorted. ‘We have a… tense history. She’s Max’s sister- long lost
sister,’ he added as Carly’s eyes
widened, ‘and she’s currently dating Phillip.’
‘Oh.’
Phillip Kiriakis, Bo’s younger brother; handsome like Bo but as arrogant
as their father. Carly had disliked him on sight when Bo introduced him to her.
A match made in heaven, she thought.
‘She had no right to talk to you like that, you should report her.’
‘Right… my first day on the job and I make a complaint. What’s the
point, Bo? She’s only repeating what she heard from other people.’ Carly
replied bitterly. Melanie’s harsh words had struck a nerve. You can’t hold a candle to Hope Brady. She’s
been with Bo for more than a decade, they have kids.
Bo’s heart clenched at the look of pain on Carly’s face, vowing to give
Melanie Layton a good talking to. ‘I’m so sorry about this,’ he said, rubbing
her arm consolingly.
‘I just chose the wrong time to come back, that’s all. Don’t apologize.’
Carly blinked back the tears threatening to come. Pulling herself together with
great effort, she gave him a faint smile. ‘What are you doing here anyway?’
‘I came by to see how you’re getting along. How’s it going so far?’
‘Well, other than what you just saw, pretty great. It’s a bit strange
being back here though. It’s the same yet not the same. I miss Marcus and Dr.
Horton.’ Carly said, wistfully thinking of her
former colleague Marcus Hunter and sadly of her mentor, Tom Horton- dead for several
years.
‘Cheer up,’ Bo said, his hand still on her shoulder. ‘You could hook up
with Marcus one of these days, he lives in New York now. I can get you his
number if you want.’
Carly nodded. ‘I would like that, thanks.’ She hesitated then asked,
‘How are things with you and Hope now? Improving?’
Bo sighed, shaking his head. Any attempt to talk with Hope ended up in a
fight. ‘I’m yet to get through with her.’
To tell the truth, he had no idea what she wanted and despite his love
for her, his patience was slowly starting to run thin. The number of times she
left him to “think”, not allowing him in or caring how he was hurting.
‘I’m sorry. I feel she’s being unfair, taking this stance with you…
about the way you handled Ciara’s case. But all the same, you’ve been together
for a long time and you love her very much. If you guys can’t communicate,
shouldn’t you try marriage counselling then?’ And finally get me off the hook.
‘If I thought that would help, I would’ve suggested it myself, Carly.
The best thing I can hope for is that my wife’s not thinking about throwing
away 25 years and we’ll finally get around having a very long talk. I think
something went wrong between us after we lost Zack.’ Bo said, thinking of the
son they lost far too soon.
Carly’s heart ached at the sadness in his voice. ‘I guess you two didn’t
realize that until Ciara was kidnapped. That sense of wrongness was there the whole time but you didn’t see it… or rather you chose to
ignore it. If that’s the case you two need to talk it out, with each other or
with a counsellor. Shawn D’s a grown man but you still have Ciara to consider.’
‘I know.’
Either way was good for him, because he was tired of living in limbo;
pacing the house every night yearning for his wife and daughter. And thinking of Carly as well, the voice
in his head reminded him. It wasn’t something he could help, he felt the strong
urge to protect her; more so after what Victor said about her and that unknown
change in Carly he was yet to put his finger on. It did his heart good seeing
her taking the reins of her profession again, the white coat over her sweater
and slacks; the stethoscope slung over
one shoulder. Years ago she always wore her hair back when at work, now the sleek curls framed her face. She looked beautiful; though older, her face unlined. But he
disliked the hardness he detected on it and the absence of the familiar luster in
her eyes. It was like her eyes were dead or something; her entire face a mask. It
had to be more than mourning Lawrence. Was she hiding something?
Quit being stupid Brady, what in hell would she be
hiding? Bo chided himself. Mask
or not, she was being supportive and he was touched by it. ‘Listen, just
concentrate on this new job. Hope and I will straighten things out eventually. It
wouldn’t be the first time we would hit a rough patch anyway. That’s marriage
for you.’
Carly nodded, thinking his rough patches with Hope were small compared
to the hell she lived in for several years. ‘I hope so too. I guess I better
get back to my rounds.’
‘Right… I’ll see you later.’ As he touched her arm, warmth seeped
through his body and again felt the impulse to put his arms around her. Their
eyes met and for a few seconds Bo thought he saw her eyes twinkle. Instead, she
nodded curtly and walked away, gripping her clipboard.
Bo stared after her retreating figure, stunned by the effect Carly had
on him. He always seemed to react the same way whenever he was around her, this
time more intense. He badly wanted to hold her and kiss her breathless; awaken
the passionate vibrant woman he remembered. You’re
so protective of your ex fiancée, I’m certain you’ll be able to control yourself
and not let it go too far, Victor’s scathing words flooded back.
Victor was just bitter old man who didn’t know what he was talking about,
Bo thought as he took his leave. His
history with Carly was far too important to him to even think about seducing her. She was in mourning and he was married; neither of them stupid enough to
jeopardize the platonic friendship they now had. Frankie- who called him a
few days after Carly returned- made him promise him to look after his sister. He wasn’t
going to betray Frankie’s trust either. Besides, having an affair with Carly would
harm his chances with Hope and give everyone a real excuse to slander Carly. Bo
scowled, remembering Melanie’s impertinence. He didn’t feel like hunting her
down at the moment. Instead he’ll tell Phillip to keep that girlfriend of his
in check.
Much later, Carly sat at her desk; deep in thought. It was preordained her reawakened feelings for Bo would reach its
peak, having kept him in her heart all those miserable years with Lawrence. She loved him, more than ever. It was pure
agony just being near him and keeping an impassive front. Even if Bo was free,
they could never be together. She was far too damaged for him or any man. And
she held a secret he could never know
about. A secret which still gave her nightmares. These days she was too afraid
to sleep, for fear of reliving that night of all nights. She could see it
vividly. The knife. Dear God… the knife. No…
Bo must never know; about that or her love.
Shivering, Carly pulled a file towards her, opening it. There was a
folded piece of paper in it. Surprised, Carly took it and opened it. The hateful
words in bold capital letters leaped at her.
NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE. GO BACK TO
WHERE YOU CAME FROM, BITCH.
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