Disclaimer: I do not own Holby City or Casualty, it belongs to the BBC. I do, however, own the character of Rebecca 'Becky' Sutherland, as she is my own character, created by me.

Zosia POV:

I saw girl of around 15 being admitted when Sacha called me over. "Now Zosia, I wanted you to take this case, if should be straightforward enough but we need someone who's on her level to talk to her. She won't tell us her name and keeps calling for someone called Caleb and someone called Ethan. She was found at the side of the hospital next to the bins. Be sensitive with her, okay?" I nodded in understanding before I made my way over to bed 3, where the poor girl was. Recognition sparked in my mind as I heard the names Caleb and Ethan together, now where have I heard those names together before? Our flatmate, Ethan, had a brother, but I couldn't remember his name. Was it Caleb? Ethan hardly ever talks about his brother, apart from to tell us he was in Holby, so I could tell that he wasn't very fond of 'Caleb'. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind as I reached the girl.

"Hello, I'm Doctor March and I'll be your doctor for today. I can see you're experiencing acute abdominal pain-"

"Very observant." The girl spat, rudely interrupting me.

"Cut the cheek, I'm trying to diagnose you. It could be serious so if you would please just shut up and answer the questions I am going to ask you, okay?" In response, she nervously nodded her head and I felt instantly guilty for snapping at the poor kid, so gave her a sympathetic smile. "So, what is your name?" I asked.

"Rebecca Sutherland." She answered curtly.

"How old are you and when is your birthday, Rebecca?"

"Its Becky," she corrected "and the 10th of August 1999; I'm 14."

"When did you start getting these pains?" I inquired.

"Um…" she replied, thinking "last night. I thought they'd just go away but they just got wors- ahh" she was cut off as a ripple of pain wracked her small stomach. She was crying now so I called a nurse over. "Can I have 5mg of morphine now please, nurse?" As soon as the nurse returned with the syringe of morphine I went to inject it into Becky's arm, but she jumped away from me, as if I was dangerous. "No. Please; I hate needles." By now she was sobbing. "Hey," I soothed "I'm very good at this and if you look right at me I promise it won't hurt that much at all, okay? Just a sharp scratch, that's all."

"Okay." She replied, hesitantly. Her brown green, hazel eyes met my ocean ones and she instantly relaxed, like she trusted me. I quickly averted my eyes and injected the pain relief, then reconnected eye contact. "There you go, all done? You should start to feel the effects soon."

"Thanks" she replied meekly, obviously tired. "Get some rest and I'll be back later to check on you. Smiling reassuringly, I left Becky in peace to get some rest and ventured off to find my mentor.

"Sacha!" I called upon seeing him leaving his office.

"Hi Zosia!" He replied enthusiastically, being his normal, bubbly self. "Did you find anything out about our mystery patient?"

"Yeah actually." Sacha smiled approvingly, pleased with my good work. I felt a small surge of pride: my dad never praises me… "Her name is Rebecca, or Becky, Sutherland and she is only 14."

"Aw, the poor mite. Are there any parents, guardians?" He asked, curious.

"Not that I know of, yet. She was experiencing severe abdominal pain so I gave her some morphine. She's resting now, I'll ask when she wakes up." I answered.

"Well, she trusts you now so you can continue your good work! Well done." And with that he hurries of to find Dominic. He probably forgot about another paper or assignment. He's the only one out of my little group of 'friends' that gets constantly pestered for overdue work, as Arthur, Ethan and I are extremely academic. Ethan has only been living with us for just over a month, as his Mother died and her house was reclaimed. He can actually be pretty funny at times but apart from that, he really just keeps himself to himself. He and Arthur are good friends though. I had a little 'fling' with Arthur but that's over now; we are much better off as friends. I think I only did it for the company. But I'm alright now, maybe even happy. How long will it last though?

A couple of hours later, Becky was awake again so I approached her with a small smile. She grinned in response. "Hey" I greeted.

"Hi Doctor March." She replied politely.

"You can call me Zosia" I said warmly.

"That's an unusual name. Sorry, sometimes I just speak my mind: no filter. Sorry." She babbled, seemingly a little embarrassed.

I let out a small laugh and replied "Don't worry, I'm the same sometimes…" I trailed off, recalling the outburst after the complaint hearing with my father. "And my name; it's Polish."

"Cool! Are your parents Polish?" This touched a nerve.

I winced slightly before responding "My dad is British but my Mama was Polish. She died last year." I added, my voice breaking slightly. Why was I telling a patient all this?

"Same." Becky uttered, shocking me out of my thoughts. "I never knew her, I was put in care when I was little, bit still. My foster parents died too. A car crash on Boxing Day. I've been sleeping rough for a couple of nights, I couldn't go back to that care home… The bullies… I went to St. James' first, then I came here; I'm trying to find my brothers. Caleb Knight and Ethan Hardy. I've never seen them before… " Before I could hassle her with extra questions and a result of my initial shock, I noticed that she was trying to stay strong and not cry, but when a single tear traced her small face and her upper lip quivered, I waked round to the side of her bed and sat down next to her. Upon opening my arms, she did not hesitate to enter them.