(A/N - I'm uploading two chapters at once today, due to them being shorter in length but too long to have as one, so yay ;D. As promised, things are starting to kick off, and I'd love to hear your thought on the story so far, and what might happen next in a review :D)

Almost two weeks had now passed since Star had gone back to work. The initial week had been filled with persistent apologies from Cal, as he'd vowed to do, and towards the end of the week something in her snapped – she gave in. He'd caught her alone, at the end of her shift, when she was in the staff room and he poured out all these words, this seemingly wholehearted apology, and she couldn't reject it that time. To her it seemed that he truly was sorry, and that it truly was a drunken mistake, and that he'd not meant anything by it. However her anxieties still cropped up from time to time surrounding the situation, even if the physical things like bruises and stitches had gone, she was still left scarred physically (On her head) and mentally. Despite this the pair had been able to re-establish a working relationship, which they both knew was one of the most important things. Ethan and Cal's relationship however still wasn't the best, and Ethan had finally given up with waiting for his older brother to move out he made the decision to move out instead. It was Caleb's constant intoxication which finally pushed him to purchase a new flat. Star, who was slightly surprised at Ethan's decision, had continued to build a close, trusting relationship with the younger registrar, after he'd helped her with her original panic attack when she came back to work. The past few days had also been testing on the romantic relationship between Arthur and Star, due to her period now being 4 days late. She'd attempted to almost fob him off, to prevent him worrying so much, by telling him she usually was irregular. Although, whether or not he truly believed her, there was no way that she could lie to herself; She'd been beginning to try and hide symptoms (which she told herself she was doing for her own sanity, if nothing else) such as fatigue, slight bloating, and very occasional nausea. The only one she had an excuse for was the tiredness, as it was the main one which could be considered unrelated, so she chose to blame in on her job and shift patterns.

Another work day was now in full swing, and Star's break had just begun so she was heading for the staff room. Upon arrival she was met by Robyn and Lofty, who were in the midst of conversation,

"Hey Guys," She greeted with a smile, heading to her locker to grab her phone and some money for some lunch. They both grinned at her, and Robyn motioned for her to sit with them,

"Hi, you alright?" The female nurse asked, taking a sip from her coffee cup. Star nodded slowly, the stench of coffee hitting her and making her feel slightly queasy, which was unusual as she usually love coffee,

"Yeah, what about you guys?" Star replied, briefly looking down to her phone to see the time. The two nurses nodded, and Lofty opened his mouth to speak just as Tess appeared at the door and shot a look at the two nurses,

"Ah, you two, Rita's looking for you. She said she wanted a word," She told them simply, ushering them out, before following behind them, and leaving Star alone in the staff room. Neither of the pair had taken their drinks, and the smell of caffeine continued to get up her nose. She couldn't stand it anymore, and she had to make a beeline for the nearby toilets, as a strong wave of nausea hit her.

She'd been sat against the wall of the toilet cubicle for several minutes now, and been continuously vomiting into the bowl. She leaned her head back, and shut her eyes for a few moments, feeling intensely weak. Star then became aware of noise in the room, as somebody had just entered the room, and she heard a toilet flush. Her body retched again, and she heard a voice,

"Everything alright in there?" The voice called out. Before she had chance to register the sound she felt herself heave once again. Two sets of footsteps the faded slightly, and a mumbled voice spoke in the distance,

"Max, can you take Miss Tilbury back up to Keller for me?" It asked, as the door shut with a thud. The feet came towards her cubicle, and a hand knocked on its door gently,

"Hello? Are you okay in there?" The voice queried, and it came to Star – the voice belonged to her mother, and nurse, Colette Sheward. Her hand reached up to the lock and she unlocked it, pulling open slightly so that she could get inside. "Star?" Her mother asked, the concern evident in her voice, as she knelt down beside her daughter.

"I'm fine, someone just had some stinky coffee or something in the staff room," She croaked. Though, knowing her all too well, Colette shook her head,

"You can't lie to me – I'm a nurse remember," She quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Star sighed inwardly, and looked to the floor,

"I forgot to take my birth control for a week and half…" Star trailed off. Her mother took her hand,

"Have you taken a test?" She asked softly, and Star shook her head, as she was still trying to pretend, almost, that it wasn't happening. "You should, does the father know?" She then proceeded gently. A tear fell from her daughter's eye,

"One of them does," She stated sadly, to which the nurse had to stop herself raising a brow,

"What do you mean?" Colette asked, even though she had an idea of what she would say, surprised at her daughter.

"There was this one night, with a co-worker, Cal, we both got really drunk.. It was an accident.." She explained, having to stop as the tears continued to flow. Her mother pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair soothingly,

"It's okay – You just need to be honest with these people. I know Arthur, I worked beside him and the other juniors for a while, and trust me he'll get it," She promised, remembering what a chemistry she'd seen between the couple the day she came back from America earlier in the year. "You need to take a test, and whatever the result they both need to know the full story," She stated, trying not to overwhelm her.

"Alright," Star replied quietly, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Don't forget about your Dad though, you know what he's like, but I won't say anything though –it's up to you," Colette warned, knowing how Guy was when things were kept from him,

"Can I get back now?" Star asked, worried about going over her break time and having to explain her whereabouts. Colette shook her head, helping her up. The pair left the cubicle and stood by the sinks,

"You really are your father's daughter sometimes!" She quipped, in response to her asking about going back to work. Star splashed her face with some water and smoothed down her bun,

"What were you even doing down here anyway?" Star quizzed thoughtfully.

"I had to come down and speak to Charlie, and then I was asked to escort that patient, who was down here visiting somebody, to the toilet and back up to Keller," Colette explained briefly. Star nodded,

"You should get back then," She pointed out, and Colette shook her head at her daughter,

"True – but promise me you'll keep me updated; I'll worry otherwise, you know me!" She replied, and her daughter nodded,

"Of course," She responded, as the two women left the bathroom before going their separate ways.