Jac didn't see what happened but what she did see was Zosia laying on the ground not far from the doors of Albie's with blood appearing on her forehead. Her heart momentarily stopped as she automatically thought the worst. What had caused Zosia to fall? How badly had she hit her head? She figured she had gotten too drunk (again) and tripped over or something. This was starting to become a bit of a worrying habit. Zosia had been taking things hard lately, with the breakdown of her bi-polar and then the attack by Tristan had escalated things even further. She's been trying to be there for the junior doctor as much as she can but she's not able to be there 24/7, especially with her joint custody responsibilities of her daughter.
Not giving herself any more time to worry she rushed over to Zosia, picking her up in her arms and leaning her against her chest. She was unconscious. Shit.
"Zosia, you need to wake up!" She called, frantically tapping the side of her face to try and rouse her. She needed her to regain her consciousness because the longer she was under the worse her situation would become.
"Zosia!" She spoke a little louder this time and breathed a small sigh of relief at the flutter of her eyes. Good. She was coming back. "Zosia, I need you to stay awake for me okay?" Jac spoke softly but firmly. This was another thing she had begun to notice, she was softening around Zosia and she didn't know whether she should be worried about that or not.
Zosia let out a pained groaned as she fluttered her eyes open, spotting a blurry figure of red hair and sharp cheekbones. The pain she felt in her head was instant and all she wanted to do was close her eyes again. "Jac?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah, it's me. Just stay awake for me. Everything's gonna be alright, just stay awake." Jac inspected the head wound a little closer now that she knew Zosia had regained consciousness and wasn't happy with the amount of blood that was escaping and travelling down the side of Zosia's face. She swore under her breath before pulling out her phone and quickly called for a cab. It was times like this that she wished she had a car rather than a motorcycle. She needed to get Zosia to the hospital and quickly.
"Ungh. Hurts." Zosia whined, fighting to keep her eyes open. As much as she wanted to close them she knew she needed to keep them open.
"I know, I know." Jac shushed and hoisted Zosia up a little further, pressing her head so it was able to rest against her shoulder. "You're going to be alright, just need to wait a few minutes and then I can get you back to Holby."
Jac knew that later once Zosia was all patched up and well rested she would be having a serious word with her about this. She couldn't keep doing this to herself. What was she even attempting to do, walk home? She sighed heavily. She wished that she would just call her if she needed help getting home. This wasn't the first time that she had come looking for her and found her in a bad state outside the pub. She was reminded of having to rescue Zosia from Tristan Woods that first time, and a creepy chill travelled down her spine at just the thought of that disgusting little shit.
It was only a few minutes later that the black cab pulled up and with a big sigh of relief, she carefully hauled the brown-haired F1 into the back of the cab, with some help of the gentleman driver. She told him to take them to the hospital which gratefully wasn't far from Albie's, she got in the back with Zosia, leaning her up right against her side and soothingly rubbing her arm up and down Zosia's, noticing how cold her skin felt.
"It's okay, we're nearly there. Nearly there now." Jac offered a few words of encouragement but her mind was still all over the place, worrying about Zosia.
Zosia mumbled something incoherently, her eyes half-lidded and Jac looked down at her with a sad smile. She knew she was fighting her hardest to stay on, to stay awake and not slip under and Jac not for the first time applauded her strength.
They arrived at the hospital a few moments later and Jac thanked the cabbie, quickly slipping a note into his hands before helping Zosia out the cab. She wrapped one of her arms around her shoulders and wrapped her own arm around her waist as they walked the few steps to the entrance of the hospital. She had made sure the taxi dropped them off just outside to make things easier for them both.
"Can I get some help over here, please?" Jac yelled over the hustle and bustle of the hospital.
She watched as Zosia was immediately taken off her hands and taken away, she had to fight not to intervene and just do the job her damn self but she reminded herself that she trusted these people, she worked with them and they were perfectly capable of taking good care of Zosia.
Jac let out a breath she hadn't even realised she'd been holding, brushing her hair back off her face. What a fucking night. She noticed the blood down the side of her leather jacket but figured she could sort that out later. She grabbed a coffee from the machine before going to track down Dr March.
She conceded she would be paying extra attention from her junior from now on to prevent something like this happening again, already making plans in her head of what to do next.