2 weeks later, and it was Zosia's first day back at work, and although she was nervous about being back, she knew she would miss Matilda. She had arranged for her to go into the crèche for some of her shifts so at least she'd be in the hospital with her and Arthur. Zosia's first patient back as a CT1 in neurosurgery was a young woman, Tricia, slightly older than Zosia, who had a brain tumour that Guy was going to try and remove. As she settled Tricia in, she noticed that she was upset, as if she had been crying.

'Are you ok? I know it's frightening but Mr Self is a brilliant surgeon...he's done this operation hundreds of times before-'

'I'm just...I don't know...I'm terrified. I'm terrified that even if I make it, my children won't have a mother...I know the risks'

'It's ok' Zosia soothed, sitting down next to her. 'How many do you have?'

'Two' Tricia sniffed. 'A boy and a girl' she added, reaching for a photo of them she kept in her purse. 'That's Caleb, he's 5...and that's Sarah, she's 2...' She continued as she welled up again. Zosia passed her a tissue and placed a reassuring hand on hers. 'Do you have children?'

Zosia wasn't sure whether to answer or not...she wasn't really supposed to talk about her private life but she felt like it would help Tricia if they bonded...'Yes, I have a daughter' Zosia smiled. 'Matilda, she's just turned 1'

'It's hard to imagine being without them isn't it?' Tricia sniffed, and Zosia nodded in understanding and agreement. 'Can you do something for me?'

'Yes, of course' Zosia replied, putting her chat back into the end of her bed.

'Can you call their father? We're not together, but I just want to see them one last time before I go in...' Tricia pleaded. Zosia's heartstrings pulled as she nodded and headed over to the nurses station to phone Tricia's ex, just as Guy appeared, walking with urgency and drive, carrying some scans and an iPad.

'Tricia I'm afraid it isn't good news...the tumour has caused your brain to form an aneurysm, and we only have theatre slots now, or later this evening, so I'd like to get you in now as opposed to later today if that's ok..'

Tricia looked scared and shocked. 'But the doctor, she's just gone to call for my children...I really want to see them before we go in...'

'I'm afraid we don't have time for that' Guy sadly concluded as Zosia came back over.

'They'll be here in about half an hour...what's wrong?' Zosia asked, sensing a tense atmosphere.

'She needs to be in theatre, now, there's an aneurysm and we can't afford to wait for her original slot...' Guy said urgently as nurses prepared Tricia for surgery. She as crying, obviously scared and Zosia was torn.

'But dad, it's risky, what about saying goodbye to her children?' Zosia whispered quietly.

'Zosia, it's imperative that we operate as soon as possible, you know that...'

'But dad, her kids-'

'Dr March, I won't tell you again. We cannot wait. Now are you scrubbing in or are you determined to carry on arguing?' He snapped. Oh for crying out loud...half an hour won't hurt, why doesn't he see that?! Zosia sighed as she followed her father to theatre to scrub in. She was wound up and she couldn't shake how she was feeling...it was like how things were before, when Guy had just started working at Holby and demanded that Zosia worked on a case with him, pressuring the patient into a procedure.

The procedure was a success as as Tricia was in recovery, Guy approached Zosia who was doing her obs. 'Dr March, is there something you want to say?' He could sense that she was annoyed with him, she had hardly said a word in theatre. Zosia turned around to face him.

'Couldn't it have waited, just for half an hour?'

'Every minute counts with an aneurysm that large, you know that'

'All she wanted was to see her children again, just in case it was goodbye- what if that had been me and Tilly? Would you have refused to wait?'

'Darling, I know it's your first day back, but please, just think about this logically for a second' Guy said calmly, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. 'Please. I know what you're thinking, that it's how it was before, everyone do what I say or else, but I promise you, the patient comes first, every time. I wasn't trying to be difficult...and as it was, we got to the aneurysm just in time, her prognosis would have been a lot worse had we left it...had it just been the tumour, it would have been easier to hold off. We saved her life Zoshie, she may live to see a few more Christmases yet' he smiled, and Zosia sighed. She knew he was right…

His hands stayed on her arms and he slowly moved them round into a hug, which she reciprocated.

'I'm sorry dad...' She sighed as he kissed her on the top of the head.

'You don't need to be...you were looking out for the patient' he reassured her.