sorry for not updating, got my phone confiscated. :p
As soon as she got a short break, Zosia rushed down to the desk in Darwin Ward. 'Have you seen Ms. Naylor anywhere?' she asked a young nurse who didn't seem to be doing much. 'Went home, didn't she?' replied the nurse snappily, without even looking up from what seemed to be Instagram. 'Me too,' replied Zosia urgently before heading towards the lift.
The house was quiet apart from Zosia frantically jingling the keys in the lock. She stepped inside and saw no obvious signs that her girlfriend was even there. She was about to turn back when she heard something from their bedroom. She opened the door and saw an inconsolable Jac sitting on the floor. 'Jac, what's happened?' 'I'm so disgusting, Zosia.' wept Jac. Zosia had never seen Jac like this before and was at a loss for words. 'Come on, Jac...' Jac shook her head, still sobbing soundlessly. 'I'm so fucking pathetic. Please, just leave me alone.' 'Jac, I can help you, but you need to let me.' Jac turned away from Zosia. 'Leave me the fuck alone and drop the shrink act.' The junior doctor pursed her lips. It really hurt her to hear Jac say that, even though it was just in the heat of the moment. She stood up, pacing the room. 'Get out,' repeated Jac weakly, although she didn't know if it was her saying it.
Her vision was like a kaleidoscope, colours dancing everywhere, fading away, brightening. Within seconds, Zosia was checking her pulse, calling for her, trying to get her to wake up. Jac was listless. 'An irregular heartbeat,' muttered Zosia to herself. The hospital was minutes away but the frightened junior doctor wasn't sure they were close enough. Hands shaking, she reached into her pocket to dial 999.
The ambulance shook as it tore over speed ramps getting to Holby City hospital. It was the closest hospital to their house and so that was where Jac was admitted. Zosia stayed by her girlfriend as she was rushed through the corridors. She caught snatches of conversation from the paramedics. 'Suspected weakened heart muscle,' said one. 'Risk of heart failure,' said another. 'Where are you taking her?' stammered Zosia. She was still in her scrubs so she had blended in. 'You should really go, I-' began a nurse. 'Tell me what's happening.' commanded Zosia. The nurse relented. 'They're talking about a left ventricular reconstruction. Are you next of kin?' Zosia nodded. 'Do you know what might have caused this? It seems to be from long term damage...' 'I think... I think it might be from bulimia nervosa.'
