This is the sequel to my first book, 'Not What It Seems.' You need to read that, or this book may not make complete sense. The link to that, is here: s/11345157/1/Not-What-It-Seems-Ethan-Hardy

Pain. That was all the young girl could think in her overactive mind at the present time. A sudden roaring feeling had latched itself onto her abdomen. Forgetting about any previous objects which had rested in her hands, she threw her palms to her stomach, a loud groan escaping from her lips. The first stages of labor, contractions were beginning. She had knew they were inevitable, that if she didn't abort the baby, and went through with the pregnancy, alone, she would had to deal with this. Maybe not as soon as she expected, but deep down, she knew.

Hastily, she pulled herself along the wooden, dusty floor, trying to reach for the plastic landline telephone, which was craftily resting on the counter of the kitchen. Her shaking arm reached up towards the device, blindly dragging it down to her level. She began to use her fingernail to stab the emergency '999' call into her phone. Holding the phone up to her ear, she waited for the receiver to pick up. She continued to groan, as the pain began to get more and more dire, consuming more of her attention.

After the longest, and most painful time of her short life, (even more painful than when a ten year old Max knocked her off the swings,) the receiver picked up. From her time in the medical period, she instantly noticed the voice, waiting for the one question.

"Hello. Police Fire or Ambulance services?" Came the voice of the services on the other side of the line.

"Ambulance!" She roared into the telephone. She was slightly taken aback by her reaction she had just caused, and instead, stayed quiet. However, this didn't last long, before another rush of pain passed over her, causing her to scream out in pain once more.

Eliza Walker Shot up from her sleeping trance. She was in a cold sweat, panting rapidly, a few cold tears forming in her eyes. It didn't matter how much medicine she took, or how many people she would talk to, the haunting nightmares of her first stages of labor would forever awaken her, causing her to long for someone. A certain blonde haired, brown eyed doctor.

Ever since she had moved to Scotland, she had never had contact with anyone from London. Not Ethan, Cal, not even her own brother. She decided it would be best if she would fall of the edge of the would, and not seem like an attention whore. For all they knew back at Holby, she could be dead.

She also didn't want to sabotage Ethan's career. Leaving her own one would be fair enough, but Ethan was young, too. She didn't want his life ruined, just because of her. It was her choice to keep the child in her life, so she would have to raise her. Alone.

The journey to Scotland had been very nerve racking. She had sat in the back of the car for a long time, trying to arrange somewhere she could possibly stay, in order to be happy, and able to care for her child. There was also fifty seven calls. Mainly from Ethan and Max. Unfortunately, the housing estate was not able to give her a clear response until the next morning. Instead, she stayed in the first hotel she came across, booked a room, and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow - from sheer emotions and exhaustion.

The next morning, she received a call, offering her a place in a small bungalow; modern, but vintage. Elsie gladly accepted it, and moved in, quickly making the house her own. she also got her mobile phone number changed, so that nobody would be able to contact her from her old life. It was if she had never existed back at Holby City.

And as for her child? Darcy Louise Walker was born on the evening of the 10th May. Although the labour had been very difficult and full of pain, a healthy baby girl soon was here. You could not hide, her looks of her real father. She had brown eyes. Not dark and mysterious, like Eliza's, but warm, 'Hardy' eyes. No doubt, her fathers. She had, however, inherited the Walker's dark, unruly hair, being a pain to put up.

The name 'Louise' was slipped into her name, after Ethan and Cal's sadly passed away mother. However, if anyone was to ask, the name 'Louise' was after one of Elsie's old companions; which wasn't a total lie. Louise and her had been quite close at the Hospital. Although, the receptionist was forever trying to find not only Robyn a man, but trying to get Ethan with her. But that was all over now.

Their paths had split into completely different directions. The Walker, would continue her life here, find a job in another Emergency Department, maybe find love again, and see her beautiful daughter grow into an amazing woman.

As for the Hardy, he would find someone else, (Elsie presumed either Honey or Lily,) and continue his story, have his own life, children, and live happily ever after.

Silently, Eliza turned her head, to see that the time was much later than she had expected. The girl had been suspecting it to be about 4am - the time she would usually wake up with these horrific nightmares, but instead it was 6am. Deciding she wasn't going to get much more sleep, she pulled herself up, and decided to get on with her daily tasks.

A small squeal left her lips, as she stood up, the bare backs of her feet hitting the floor almost instantly. The girl began to use the points of her feet, making her way towards the hallway, like a ballerina, eagerly awaiting between the wings of a theatre.

She soon reached the door to the kitchen, her hand grasping around the cold latch of the handle. She began to use her little morning strength to pull open the door, when a small voice, barely audible, was flowing through the door behind her, high pitch, and giggly.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

A small smile curled onto Elsie's lips, as she turned her body around, towards the door behind her. Now used to the cold floor, she paced over, carefully pushing on the ajar door, which lead into Darcy's nursery.

In the back of the room, was the cot rested by the window of the room. Standing up inside, her pudgy hands wrapped around the frame of the cot, was Darcy, dressed in her pink one suit, her messy dark hair loose around her shoulders. On seeing her mother, she giggled even more, beginning to jump slightly, continuing her 'Mummy! Mummy!" Chant.

"Hello sweetheart!" Elsie said, walking over to the baby girl. She crouched slightly, so the girl would know to wrap her arms around her neck, as she pulled her up, holding her on her hip. "Did you have a nice sleep?" She asked. In response, she got a loud gurgle, as if she was saying: 'Come on Mum, I want some food!' Giggling to herself, she began to walk out of the nursery, the baby still resting firmly on her hip.

Half an hour later, and quite efficiently, Darcy was dressed, and in her high chair, snacking on some soft, dried fruit, which she seemed to want to consume at any given time. She was wearing a pink and white top, with some loose white shorts, the unruly hair tied in a topknot. She continued to gurgle for a moment, before she would shove a piece of food in her mouth, silencing her momentarily.

As for the Walker, she had left her daughter for a moment, the kitchen door, and her bedroom one wide open, to go and choose a attire for the day. She didn't have anything dramatic planned; maybe go for a walk around the shops, take Darcy to the park if the weather cleared up a bit. So, something soft, lazy, would probably do the trick. Leggings. She needed leggings.

Her small legs didn't help the fact that she kept them on the top shelf, so she had to jump for them. The first time, she missed completely, but the second, she managed to grab the leg of one of the many pairs. Gently tugging, would be the correct method to get them down. But after a few moments of this not happening, and losing her patience, she yanked them down, knocking down several things on the shelf.

Sighing at her stupidity, the girl crouched down, beginning to pick up the items, when she felt something heavy underneath one of the shirts. she lifted up the item, shocked at what she saw resting underneath.

There, was a small photo album of her time at Holby City. She had made it before she knew she was leaving, and was going to give it to Tess, who was about to. Instead, she had kept it, hidden away, so that she wouldn't have to be reminded. Remember, she had fallen off the edge of the world, or something. But, the album was wrapped up tightly, inside a certain pair of light blue scrubs, still with her nametag on.

For the second time that day, memories flooded back to her, as she crouched down in the pile of clothing, her shaking hands lifting up the page to the first photo. This, was a group one, of everybody who worked in the ED, all crammed into the staffroom. Everybody in that photo, even Dylan, looked happy, as if nothing could ever go wrong in their little world.

Yeah, right.

There were many photos still layed out in the book. One of Robyn, Elsie, Tess and Louise, all smiling at reception. Max, surprise attacking Zoe in a hug. Even one of Dylan and Debra. However, her favourite remained the one of Ethan and herself, she was kissing Ethan's cheek, a look of fake shock on his face. She could look at that photo for hours.

What she didn't notice, was how terrible she felt. She had left him, alone. No explanation. She remembered when Max had found her in the ED, and how scared he was when she never showed herself, and now? She had been gone for too long. Hopefully, they would think she was invisible. Or changed her name.

She continued to turn the pages, photos of her old friends, causing her to smile slightly at the forgotten memories. She would continue, smiling at it all, but the phone started loudly ringing, causing her to roll her eyes, and run towards the living room.

In her high chair, Darcy was chanting 'Phone! Phone!" As if she knew that would make it stop ringing. The mother put a thumbs up to the girl, as she reached the device, hitting the 'answer' button with a little too much force. Instantly, regretting her actions, she held the cold reviser up to her ear, trying to hear the person on the other side of the line.

"Hello?" She said, trying not to sound out of breath, but failing in the process. She needed to get in shape. Her figure was okay, a little worse than it used to be, but her fitness levels were detraining.

"Is this Doctor Eliza Walker?" The voice came from the other end of the line. Elsie knew that voice. She couldn't quite lay her finger on it, but it was well and truly known. As if she could picture the voice nagging at her. For someone being late, or messing up her Resus department...

"It is, may I ask who's wanting to know..." She trailed off, scared of the next context in the conversation.

"This is Mrs Beauchamp, Eliza."

Well, you all knew it was coming. The Sequel! I suspect many of you were transferred from the old book, but if not, don't worry. Now, There will be significant improvements in this book, such as better and longer chapters.

But, the updates may not be as fast as they used to be. Unfortunately, I am back at School very soon, and seeing as this is my last year, I will need to make a full attempt to leave with good results.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please leave reviews! As before, I will reply to them in the next chapter.

-Jodie Rose Xx