hi hi hi sorry I've been rlly depressed so i couldn't find the energy to write. ilys for reading and i hope this new chapter is okayyish?
Zosia watched Jac reading something out of the corner of her eye. She found herself wondering how the older woman felt about her. Did she think she was stupid, did she love her? She rested her chin on her hands before she was chased into action by Mo. 'Come on Dr. March, there's a ward to run! Come to think of it, you can help me. Jodi Allen, here about lung problems she's been having.' Mo nodded towards a girl with a fringe coming down over her eyes. 'This is Dr. March, she'll be around if you have any questions, but I think it may be undiagnosed asthma.' 'God, I hope not, I'm due another course in teacher training tomorrow.' smiled Jodi. 'We'll just have to see. Like I said, ask Dr. March any questions you may have, and I'll be back in a bit.' Mo hurried off to another patient while Zosia adjusted Jodi's IV. 'How long have you and that woman over there been together?' The question threw Zosia. 'Who?' 'The one with the cheekbones?' 'We're- we're not really...' 'Sorry, I'm so stupid, always saying things like that. Still, I can tell you like her.' Zosia smiled faintly. 'I'm not very good at hiding things.'
Dom immediately walked away from the Nurses' Station as soon as he saw Zosia coming towards him, trying to act like he wasn't just gossiping. She prepared for the onslaught. 'What's this I hear about you out at all hours?' asked Adele, admiring herself in the reflection of the computer on the desk where she was sitting. Upon seeing Zosia's expression, she explained. 'Word travels fast, especially if it's around here.' Zosia sighed. 'I don't need everyone knowing about my life. I'm not a soap opera.' 'Yeah, just count yourself lucky you weren't in trouble for your late arrival earlier. Naylor seems particularly ruthless today.' Zosia's face lit up with realization. 'Sorry, I have to do something.' Adele shrugged resumed typing something into the system.
The stairwell was quiet but it was known for its bad reception. 'Hello, is this St. James'? Yeah, I'd like to enquire about surgery times for someone, I'm his next of kin. Guy Self? Right, and-' Footsteps behind her made Zosia jump and hang up. It was Jac. 'Guy is in St. James'? What's wrong with him? He's supposed to be away on personal business,' she stated, maybe a little insensitively. Zosia pursed her lips. 'He's going into theatre at about 6pm today.' She paused, visibly upset. 'He doesn't want to make a big fuss, but it's a tumor.'
Jac brought her arms around Zosia. 'What kind?' she asked. Zosia sobbed. 'I barely just found out - It's in his brain, and - I'm so scared.' Jac held Zosia close while she cried. 'Is that why you were so upset recently?' Zosia sniffed. 'Yes. I miss back when everything was happy and simple and my biggest fear was the dark. Now, my biggest fear is what comes next, and losing dad as well as mum, and everything is dark.' Jac held Zosia for another few minutes before she spoke. 'I can drive you. You can go and see him, we have 4 hours before he goes into theatre.' said Jac. 'I have to work.' 'I'll say you have family matters. You deserve to be with your father.' 'Thank you!' said Zosia, and before she could stop herself, 'I love you.' But she need not have worried. 'I love you too.'