Not sure if I'm going to continue this story, just came up with an idea and had to write it down. Depending on the response I might carry on, so please review if you enjoyed it :)

"And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart."

- Jeremiah 29:13

Darwin ward was as busy as always. Monitors bleeped out patient's heart rates, nurses and doctors were milling about chatting or busy working. In one of the beds a young girl was reading the story she'd written to her proud Grandma. In another, a husband was sitting by his wife's bedside, promising he would never cheat on her again and that her being admitted to hospital had made him realise how much he loved her. It was highly likely that he would be unfaithful again but for now his wife was soaking up his empty words, needing comfort and confirmation that her love was not misguided. Jac Naylor was surreptitiously listening to this exchange, knowing that people never change, only who they think they are changes.

And walking on to this ward was a tall, slim, athletically built 17-year-old boy. He had dark spiky hair and deep brown eyes. It was a Saturday so he wasn't in his school uniform. He was wearing red Converses, jeans and a Nike hoodie. On his left wrist he was wearing a relatively good-quality knock-off Rolex watch. In one pocket he had a Nokia Lumia 920 and his wallet, which contained a £10 note, and four coins: £1, 10p, 5p and 2p. He also had a library card and an Oyster card. In his other pocket he had a Red 3DS which at the moment had Resident Evil: Revelations in it.

He was not a patient.

He was not a relative.

In fact, he had never met anyone on this ward before.

But he knew the name of one.

"Can I help you?" Mo Effanga asked.

"I'm looking for Jac Naylor." The boy replied.

"Are you one of her patients or..." She trailed off.

He shook his head. "It's a personal matter."

Mo was slightly taken aback at this.

"What- how do you know her?" She said, confused.

"Please could you just tell me where she is, I need to speak to her." He pleaded, his dark eyes seemed to convey how much he needed to see Jac.

"Um, she's in her office." Mo answered, unsure if she was doing the right thing, and pointed to Jac and Elliot's office.

"Thanks." The boy have her a small smile and brushed past her to the office.

Jac Naylor was sitting at her desk after deciding to stop eavesdropping on patient's conversations and actually do some work. She tapped at the keyboard feeling safe and content. The sun was streaming through the window gently warming her shoulders. Little did she know her peace was soon to be destroyed.

The door opened and the boy walked in. He had felt quite confident up to this point but now he stood in front of Jac's desk, as the door swung shut behind him, he didn't know what to do or say.

Jac racked her brain, wondering if she was supposed to recognise him.

"Who are you?" She asked him, when she came up with nothing.

"My name's Jarrod. I'm Timothy Anderson's son." he said.

Jac looked at him in disbelief. Her mouth was open but no words were coming out. She was more puzzled than anything else, trying to decide which question to ask first.

What the hell are you doing here?!
How's your father?
How do you know who I am?
How did you find me?
Why did you find me?
What do you want?

She was going to have to say something soon, he was waiting for her to respond.

"So, um...right. Er... you're Timothy Anderson's son?"

Really, Jac?! That's what you decided to say? She sighed inwardly. This was going well.