Thank you for all the lovely reviews - here's chapter seven :)


Jac retreated back into her protective shell – the veracity sinking in. She rotated away, withdrawing even further from the outside world; each passing second she faced the full front of her spiralling thoughts.

There's nothing there!

Maybe this means I'm not meant to be a mother.

That's probably best – I have my job to think about, after all.

Out of consideration, Sean pushed the screen away and glanced at his colleague with apparent unease. It was moments before either of them spoke.

"I'm really sorry." Sean resisted the urge to take hold of her. She glanced back at him, a sad smile crossing her face.

"Don't think this means that I'm willing to take the lost kids off your hands…"

Jac's eyes rolled back as her body went into distress.

Sean leapt up off his seat and shook her shoulders urgently. She was becoming paler by the second. The initial shock that distorted Jac's altruistic expression morphed into a torrent of fear, and then comprehension of what had happened. Her vision blurred - Sean an ominous shadow as he approached her.

"Jac? Jac, can you hear me?"

No response. Nothing.

A flash of sheer panic crossed Sean's eyes, before they locked onto the machine that was now telling him exactly what he needed to know. A nurse looked towards him for inspiration.

"Her fallopian tube has ruptured. We need to get her to theatre. Now."


The door of the room swung quietly shut, and the soft hum of a working computer filled the unusual silence. Lights flickering, it still remained operational even though the lack of human contact. To the computer's dismay, the nurse had forgotten to even attempt to shut down his research and, therefore, it was running on full steam.

Mo Effanga entered the room, inquisitively peering at the machine in front of her. She just had to see what Jonny was doing – it was her tendency you see, she had to know everything that went on, sexual or otherwise, or she would have nothing to gossip about.

Dexter Ellis, a resident at Greenland's Care Home, was arrested today for a series of emotional abuse against inmates and staff. During his detainment, it is believed that Mr Ellis denied all charges…


Theatre was not devoid of life; it was crowded, cramped even - each person eager to see the egoistical Jacqueline Naylor at her weakest, and Sean didn't deny them of that option, even if it meant feeling a little guilty.

The machines whirred, the only source of noise in the room spare the general clank of metal on metal, as the lack of speech ensued - concentration vital in the exact situation. The scalpel shone, mockingly with connotations of angels, under the bright light.

Incision made, the operation continued…