Hi Guys! Firstly, I'd like to thank you all for the kind comments and support. secondly, I'd like to apologise for taking so long to update, I wasn't sure which direction I wanted to take it after the responses from the first chapter and I had some personal issues which needed my full attention.
I'm hoping to update much more often!
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Ollie still sat in the waiting room.

It had been four hours, Moe and Mateo had called down from Darwin bringing Oliver his possessions and clothes from his locker.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have been here sooner, I've been in surgery all day. How is she? Have they said anything?"

Oliver looked up from his phone were he had been sat staring at his screen saver, a silly drunken selfie with his wife to see a panic stricken Dom.

"Ollie?"

He shook his head, sighing. His eyes still glassy with tears.

"Do you mind if I?" Dom gestured towards the seat next to Oliver.

"She'd want you to be here" he offered Dom a small smile with a delicate nod.

"Do you want a coffee or anything?"

Ollie shook his head, returning his attention to his phone, flicking through his gallery.

Dom nodded before sitting next to him, silence filling the dark room.

Ollie returned his phone to his pocket and looked out of the window. Darkness. He leant forward and rubbed his face against his hands, trying to muffle the yawn.

"You should try get some rest"

"Not until I know she's safe" He spoke sternly, looking Dominic straight in the eye.

"Ollie, have you eaten?" he questioned, concerned.

He shook his head.

"You should"

Ollie once again shook his head.

"Let me get you a sandwich and a cup of tea or something? You need to keep your strength up too, and I hate to be rude but you look dreadful."

"I'm fine"

"Oll..."

"I said I'm fine!" he snapped, cutting Dom off.

They fell into silence.

"Sorry" Oliver whispered, covering his head in his hands once more.

"It's fine" Dom smiled putting a comforting hand on Ollie's shoulder.

"It's all such a mess" he sighed, trying his hardest to stop the tears from falling again.

"She's a fighter is our Zosia, and that baby, boy or girl. It's yours and it's Zosia's. And I can guarantee you they are both putting up a remarkable fight in there. They're fighting for you." Dom's voice was low as he spoke, rubbing Oliver's back. "And all three of you have me"

Oliver didn't speak. Instead, he patted Dom's thigh, a gesture signalling his thanks and his gratitude as his head remained bowed.

"Dominic, here you are! I've been calling you."

"Isaac" Dom looked at him.

"What are you doing down here at this time? you have a big procedure tomorrow, you need to rest." Isaac pushed with a false smile.

"You know about Zosia's situation"

"Well, yes, but still. You need to be prepared"

"I want to stay"

"Dom I don't recommend it"

"Are you always this much of a dick?"

"Excuse me Oliver?" Isaac looked horrified.

"If Dom wants to stay. Let him"

"I know your in a bit of a predicament at the moment, Oliver. But there is no need for you to start being nasty"

"Isaac, I think you should go" Dom said timidly.

"Why do you always do this, Dom. You put your friends before me, first Arthur now Zosia. I'm your boyfriend"

Oliver sat with his head in his hands, the bickering increasing his anger by the second.

"You get too attached Dom - I'm still picking up the pieces of your emotional wreckage after Arthur, let go before you have additional grief an-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT" Oliver jumped up and grabbed Isaac by his jacket.

"Face it Valentine, you know it as well as I do. The chances of Zosia and the baby survive-"

Before he could finish Oliver hit him.

Hit him like he'd never hit someone in his life.

"You are one vile little fucker" he sneered as he watched Isaac hold his bleeding face.

"We're over Isaac." Dom said seriously as he stood next to Oliver.

"Whatever, and as for you, Doctor Valentine, you'll be getting done for assault"

"You tripped and fell" Dom piped up.

"tut tut, clumsy aren't we?" Ollie asked sarcastically. "now piss off"


Dom had left around an hour after the incident, returning to the old flat he used to share with Zosia and Arthur.

"Oliver"

He looks up slowly having dosed off, his legs spread out in front of him and his arms folded across his waist.

"What time is it?" He yawns rubbing his tired face.

"It's just gone half 2"

Oliver nodded and looked out of the window, the late hour bringing quietness to the hospital grounds.

"The ward's quiet, thought Id come check in - any news?" Jac asked.

"She's still in there - the wait is killing me, its been nearly six hours"

"Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Right, I'm going to go down stairs and return with some food and some coffee for you, then you are going to consume it. It shouldn't be too long now and your going to need your strength."

"Okay. Fine. Whatever." He stifled a yawn.

"I'll be back in ten minutes"


Oliver was now fast asleep sprawled across the line of plastic chairs in the waiting room, his sandwich wrapper and empty coffee cup placed on the floor under his head.

"Ollie, wake up" Mr T bent down in front of him, gently placing his hand on the sleeping mans shoulder.

"Oliver" he repeated. "Oliver, it's Zosia... Ollie you need to wake up"