Hey guys, first of all I'm super-nervous about posting this! It's my first fanfiction I've ever started writing (mostly writing as a means of self-therapy I guess, it relaxes me and I'm just writing this for fun), despite reading them for a long time! Please do leave a review, I'd love to know your thoughts and what you think I could do with the story or improve etc

I've written up to chapter 6 already so I'll upload these tonight!

Thank you!

BTW whenever it's in italics, it's Zosia's thoughts.

'Zosh? Zosia hurry up, my shift starts at the same time as yours and I really need a shower and get ready! This hairstyle doesn't keep itself fabulous, you know' Dom moaned through the bathroom door. Zosia was occupying the bathroom, kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet, holding onto the seat for dear life with one arm and holding her hair out of her face with the other. She didn't respond, thanks to the crippling nausea she was currently battling. All she could do was take deep, cleansing breathes. 'In through the nose and out through the mouth, Zosia...this isn't fair" she thought to herself. "I only had one drink last night, I've had hangovers where I feel less crap"

'Zosia!' Dom said raising his voice slightly, banging on the door. Again, silence. Zosia's head was spinning, her stomach curdling and she wanted nothing more than to be left in peace.

'Well at least Arthur's not home, only one to compete with today' he mumbled to himself as he stepped away from the door momentarily. However, he was stopped in his tracks by a noise he hated but one that concerned and worried him.

Zosia proceeded to projectile vomit into the toilet. 'Oh god please just end' she moaned to herself, unaware that her flat mate and friend was now slowly opening the door. As Dom peered inside the bathroom, he saw his flat mate struggling and after grimacing, he threw himself down next to her, and held her hair out of her face.

'That's it, get it all up' he comforted, rubbing her back in small circles. 'I'm sorry, I didn't realise you're unwell' he continued, starting to feel guilty that he was trying to rush her before. As she finishing vomiting, she grabbed some tissue, wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet before attempting to stand. 'Thanks' she muttered, although her lack of enthusiasm wasn't down to mood, it was all part of how awful she was feeling.

'What's brought all this on Zosh? You hardly drank last night' Dom asked, helping Zosia to stand. As she stood, she felt a little uneasy on her feet. She felt her blood rush to her head and then flush down again and she wobbled, but Dom caught her.

'Woah easy' he said, sounding worried, putting his arm around her waist to support her, and pulling her other arm around his shoulder for support. As the room stopped spinning after a few moments, she composed herself.

'I'm fine' she insisted but her pale complexion and shaky voice did nothing to convince the young doctor before her that that was true.

'Seriously, what's going on?' He asked her as he sat her down on the sofa, and leapt to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

'God knows- stomach bug, stress, food poisoning, it could be anything' she replied, shrugging and taking a small sip of water. 'All I know is I feel vile'

'Pregnancy?' Dom laughed- in his usual style, he wanted to put a jokey spin on everything. Zosia laughed.

'Very funny...not possible' she laughed. But that one joke planted a seed. Of course, she didn't want to make it obvious to Dom that his joke had made her consider pregnancy as a possible answer to her problem of what was causing her stomach to spontaneously evacuate. "But, it couldn't be...could it?"