Hi! Hope you like this chapter. Its been really fun to write.
"Ollie!" exclaimed Jac. He was back to his normal self. She thought back and remembered the hard time between when Frederick Johanssen had shot him in the head, and when he was learning to live again.
Meanwhile, Ollie was staring at the slowly deteriorating form of his wife. Baby Arthur began to wail, maybe sensing the danger his mum was in.
"Jac, she was meant to be starting work tomorrow. Should I inform her new workplace?" asked Ollie. Jac looked at him.
"Yes Valentine. Definetly," snapped Jac, obviously getting her voice back.
But Ollie didnt move. Everyone else stopped.
"Well? Are you gonna tell them?" asked Kian, feeling Zosia's abdomen.
"Um, I've just told her new boss. You, Jac."
Before Jac could react to this, one of the nurses, Rochelle ran in with Zosia's CT, which they had done in the ED. Chloe read it.
"OK, she has a punctured liver. What was the full story, Oliver?" she asked.
"She fell down the stairs. Landed on a penknife i was about to pick up, that had fallen from my pocket. I tried to stop the bleeding with pressure but it didnt work so I called an ambulance and they sent the HEMS out too..."
Jac couldn't hear him. Her head was swimming with memories:
Why the hell isn't she in theartre.
We're going as fast as we can.
She's been fighting us.
We can't get a line in.
Losing too much blood.
Jasmine. JASMINE! PLEASE DON'T GO!
She zoned back into the conversation. The team pushed Zosia's bed into the anasthetics room. Jac stayed back. She had lost her sister to it. She wasn't about to lose her sister to it.