Zosia couldn't stop tapping, shifting, wriggling. Not only was she a spectacle because her eyes were still red from crying, but no one expected to see Jac Naylor having a friendly coffee with an F2. Jac broke the comfortable silence when she thought Zosia was ready. 'Should I be worried?' 'It's none of your concern,' snapped Zosia, who then immediately regretted it. 'I'm so sorry, I wasn't-' Jac stopped her. 'It's fine. I just want to know how you are. You've been here a relatively short time but you're already an asset to this hospital, Dr. March, and I'm sorry if it has seemed like you aren't.' The F2 shook her head. 'It's not that, it's…. It's not work. Please don't call anybody, I can't risk my father finding out. He's already had so many scares and I don't want him to think I've lost it again.' Jac paused, considering. Zosia looked at her face - her cheekbones, her lips - before looking away when Jac spoke again. 'I'll think about it. But you need someone to talk to.' Zosia's pager beeped loudly, interrupting Jac's thought process. Zosia's eyes glanced down. She stood up and started pushing in chairs. 'I've got to go, it's one of my patients.' She looked at Jac to confirm this was okay. 'Same time tomorrow, Dr. March.' Jac sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking things over. I hope she didn't see me staring at her, they both thought.
Zosia sprinted back onto Darwin ward to see Maria being wheeled away. 'What's happening?' she yelled over the sound of the heart monitor. 'She's gone into VF!' someone shouted. 'Charge to 120′ instructed Zosia to someone who didn't look like they knew what they were doing. 'Charged' urged Zosia. Some CT1 administered the shock but it didn't do anything. Zosia yelled in frustration, attracting the attention of Ms. Campbell. 'I'll take over from here. Dr. March, take five please.' Zosia ducked into the closest room which happened to be an empty multi-faith room. She headed for a back-row seat and sat for what felt like minutes in a state of shock, with her head in her hands. Ms. Naylor was right, I'm in no fit state to work. After what felt like minutes, there was a sharp rap on the door. Zosia jolted back to reality and turned to face whoever was coming in. It was Dom. He gave one of his knowing smiles. 'I was told I'd find you here. What's wrong, Zosh?' 'Everything's getting to me today. A lot has happened, and I feel so strange.' Dom sat beside her. 'What kind of strange?' Zosia paused, embarrassed. 'Oh my God, you love someone. Who?' Zosia shook her head, strangely silent. 'Well, you'll be glad to know that Maria is alive. Obviously, it's likely she will suffer long-term damage but it's early days. I'm not supposed to be saying anything.' Zosia slowly nodded. 'Will you tell whoever sent you I'm out in a minute.' 'Ah, you mean Ms. Naylor? Yeah, yeah. I've got to get back to Keller, but text me if you need anything, kay?' 'Yeah…' Zosia murmured. Ms. Naylor asked him to check on me? I really didn't know she cared that much. Zosia rubbed the long sleeves of the top she had on underneath her scrubs out of sheer habit. She was starting to see Ms. Naylor - Jac? - in a different light.