Dr. Jenny Jones' green eyes watched anxiously as her partner came through the doors, a tall figure in blue scrubs.
Kate put her hand to her face, rubbing her temples.
Tired? Or did it go badly? I know that sometimes, despite my best efforts, patients die – and I can accept that, albeit reluctantly. She's a surgeon though: death is the enemy and she has lost if a patient dies. “Defeat” gnaws at her.
The hand dropped, revealing tired sapphire eyes and a brilliant smile.
Just tired! Surgery went well! Jenny smiled back: happy for the patient, relieved for her love.