With a black coffee from Pulses in her hand, Zosia pressed a button on the lift and stood in silence as the lift took her up to Darwin ward for another shift. The door opened onto pandemonium, with nurses running rampant and seemingly no order. 'Doctor March,' Jac said sharply, 'I was wondering if we'd see you today. There's been an RTC near Holby tower and we're getting most of the casualties.' Jac gestured to a man in some sort of neck brace who was in distress. 'Male, looks to be about 30s, found near the tower with no ID. We need a head CT as soon as possible.' Zosia nodded, taking in everything that Jac was saying. 'And, Zosia, can I see you in my office once this dies down?' murmured Jac in a hushed tone. 'Of course. I'll get on it.'
Zosia went into hyperdrive, trying to chase CTs and being bombarded with requests, but Jac's small comment to her kept repeating at the back of her mind like a broken record. Is this about what she saw in theatre yesterday? She's probably called in Psych.. Zosia helped to push the man's bed into a suitable arrangement. The man didn't talk until Zosia was finished. 'Have you seen Ariana?' The junior doctor had been asked to keep track of anybody trying to find family but was aware that he might be in a state of confusion. She shook her head and the man looked strangely passive. There might not even be an Ariana, she thought to herself. 'You'll be going for a head CT soon, but don't be surprised if we have to run a few more tests, you're in a bad way, I'm afraid.' The man nodded, seemingly content. No sooner than Zosia turned around to try and go to Jac's office, she had Cara thrust notes in her hand. 'This is Maria Benson. She's eight years old and she can't find her parents. She had a pre-existing heart condition so we're going to check her out, make sure everything's alright.' 'Couldn't we send her to paeds?' 'Full, I'm afraid. Also,' Cara looked around before continuing, 'Jac Naylor's been staring at you all day. Are you expecting a promotion or something?' 'Something like that.' Cara winked and sprinted back to the nurse's station.
Maria stared at Zosia, looking confused. 'Doctor, why are you so worried?' Zosia shook her head. 'It's nothing. We'll check you over and ring around to see if we've found your parents yet.' The little girl sat up. 'My grandma, can she come?' Zosia smiled. 'If you have her number, we can give her a call.' The girl recited a Lancashire phone number and Zosia went over to the phones at the Nurse's station to see what she could do. She had just put the phone down after leaving a voicemail when she heard Jac's voice. She turned around with a start. 'That word in my office?' 'Yes, I'm so sorry, I've been swamped and I just-' 'It's okay, come now, provided you don't have anything hugely important to do.' The F2 shook her head and Jac lead the way. She closed the door behind Zosia and sat down behind her desk. 'Dr. March,' she began, 'Those wounds on your arms were hard to ignore and, frankly, I cannot act like I didn't see them. Were they self-inflicted?' Zosia started shaking. She didn't like lying to a senior member of staff, but she had no choice. 'No.' 'Doctor March.' snapped Jac, very abruptly, upsetting Zosia. 'Fine! I did.' Jac sighed. She hadn't had to deal with situations like this before. 'Do I need to call in a counsellor?' The mere mention of the word make Zosia start crying. The thought that she was crying in front of a Cardiothoracic consultant made her cry even more. Jac softened. 'Do you want to go to Pulses and talk about it?' Zosia didn't know how to respond but even if she could, she couldn't talk because she was still crying. She simply nodded and attempted to dry her eyes.