Ethan was nervously pacing up and down the staff room when Will walked in.

"You're looking tired," he commented.

It was true- Ethan had been awake all night wondering how to tell her.

"Look, just tell her straight out, and let whatever happens next just unfold. There's a 50% chance it won't have it."

"There's a 50% chance it will," Ethan replied solemnly.

"Look, just get her in the morning, Tell her, let her have the day to think about it."

"Wouldn't it be kinder to tell her at the end of her shift?" Ethan reasoned.

"You've both got things to tell each other. Best to let it out sooner rather than later."

Fenisha walked into the ED, where Ethan had asked to meet her. He was already there. He looked as nervous as she felt.

"Hi," she started.

"When were you going to tell me?" Ethan asked softly.

She shrugged. I tried to, I wanted to, but... I never really got a good chance to. I'm sorry."

Ethan took a deep breath in.

"Fenisha, I've got Huntington's. It doesn't show yet, but... there's a 50% chance that the baby will have it. I'm sorry. I really, really am."

At first her expression was unreadable. She was slightly angry, but more confused and worried. At last, she spoke.

"There's a 50% chance it won't have it though."

Ethan smiled, not because of her positive outlook on it, but because Will said the exact same thing 10 minutes ago.

(A/N: I wasn't sure how she would react- probably not like this- but I didn't have the energy to write it differently)

About 15 minutes later, Fenisha and Lev were sitting in the ambulance waiting for a shout. Each was lost in their own thoughts- Lev's were on his family and Fenisha's were on Ethan and Will, and the baby. What would she do if it did have Huntington's? She didn't think she'd be able to go through with an abortion- not now she'd decided to have it. She wondered if Will knew.

"Control to 3006, we have a report of a 7-year-old male who has been knocked off his bike by a car, on the main road next to Holby park. His sister has called it in, she's not hurt, just shaken a bit by the sounds of it. Oh, and she's in a wheelchair."

Both paramedics grimaced slightly- children hit by cars often were sad jobs.

"3006 to control, all received and mobile, over." She said to the crackly voice on her radio.

Lev activated the blue lights and sirens, and sped off towards the scene.

When they got there, the child was on the floor, and there was no sign of a car. His sister was sitting in her wheelchair next to him, and came over to them when they stopped.

Lev went over to the boy and started treating him, while Fenisha made sure his sister was ok. Normally, she would have preferred the more exciting job, but today she was glad of it.

"Hi, I'm Fenisha, what's your name?" She asked.

"I'm Natasha, my brother is called Matthew. Will he be ok?"

Fenisha nodded, looking over at where Lev was treating him.

"It doesn't look too bad. At least he was wearing a helmet. Have you got your mum or dad around to call?"

Natasha shook her head. "Dads working and Mum has an operation today. She's got appendicitis."

Lev motioned that they were ready to take Matthew into the ambulance, and then they were off towards Holby ED.

The ambulance ride was relatively long, as the park they were at was quite far away. Natasha asked again how her brother was.

"He should be fine, he's not lost much blood and it just looks like a couple of broken bones." She told her.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you in a wheelchair?" Fenisha asked nervously, she knew that Natasha might not want to talk about it, but at the same time she was curious.

"I was born without legs," she said, pulling up her trouser legs to reveal two prosthetic legs. "I just use the wheelchair when we go to the skatepark."

There was a moment of silence before she continued.

"You know, my parents had the chance to get rid of me. My mum was involved in a car crash when she was 23 weeks pregnant, and they thought I had severe brain damage. But they didn't get rid of me. Even though they knew that my life might not be perfect, or easy. My mum said they kept me because it was better to have a life, rather than no life."

The rest of the shift went in a flash.

Three times Lev asked her if she was ok. Each time she merely nodded, or muttered something back to him. When their shift was finally over, and Lev had gone to find Faith, she walked into the locker room and made two calls.

The first man didn't pick up, and she left a voicemail.

"Hi Ethan, it's Fenisha... I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry if I reacted badly. I don't think I want to get rid of it though, even if it does have Huntington's. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you. Oh, and please, don't tell anyone yet. Thanks."

She ended the voicemail, and scrolled down to the next person.

The phone rang for a bit, and then there was the sound of it being picked up.

"Hello?" Came the voice over the phone. That beautiful, Irish voice belonged to the one person she loved... suddenly the events of the past weeks all caught up with her- just like they had yesterday. In a panic, she hung up quickly- then realising how she might have suddenly ended it all over again, tears started to roll down her cheeks. Now not caring who saw her, she sat back against her locker and sobbed.

Not the best but I was kind of struggling for the wording.