A/N: Hey! This is my first fic so be nice? Aiming for one chapter a week. Leave a review!
The blinding light of the overhead lamps shone into Zosia's eyes as she looked up to check the clock again. 5:24 pm. Zosia looked back and tried to concentrate on the procedure happening before her. Jac caught her eye. 'Doctor March, if you'd like to close up?' Jac asked, almost pointedly. Zosia sighed defeatedly. Ms. Naylor had obviously seen how distracted she was. Of course I'm going to make a fool of myself, thought Zosia. 'Y-yes.' She reached forward and the sleeves of her scrubs rode up, exposing neat rows of red lines. They looked quite recent and althought Zosia willed for her not to see, nothing got past Jac Naylor. The consultant raised an eyebrow and Zosia felt a wave of nausea roll over her as she realised the enormity of what had just happened. I'm going to be struck off, thought Zosia. What if she takes this to Dad or Serena? I'm finished. She shuddered, imagining all of the worst case scenarios. She finished what was asked of her, despite slowly, terrified that she would do something wrong again. 'Thank you, Doctor March,' announced Jac. Her voice echoed around Zosia's head and she felt a dizzying wave of anxiety. She steadied herself, trying not to let anybody else see anything.