CHAPTER 3
Zosia started to panic. She looked down at her arm and, sure enough, blood had started to seep through her top. She looked up to see Serena staring at her. "I, umm... It was from before... I was changing a patients dressing and, umm, well, I..." Zosia stumbled over her words.
Serena was confused. She had expected Zosia to get worked up, to go on about how it was her fault for giving her a difficult patient like she normally did. But this wasn't what Zosia was normally like. She seemed nervous, scared even. Serena couldn't work out why. She looked back at Zosia's arm, trying to work out where the blood could have come from. But then she realised something. The dark patch was bigger now than it was before.
Zosia noticed Serena's brow furrow in concern. She followed her line of sight, and noticed the consultant was staring at her arm. Zosia quickly hid it behind her. She took a deep breath and tried to convince Serena there was nothing wrong. "I was trying to cannulate a patient before, but she moved and the needle slipped. I didn't notice that I'd got covered in blood. I'll go and change, if that's okay?"
For a few seconds, Serena believed the F1. But then she remembered something. "That's interesting. Before, you said that you were changing a patients dressing, but just then, you said you were putting in a cannula." She watched Zosia's eyes widen, and continued before she could say anything. "And, if I'm honest, I'm not sure that I believe either. There's more blood there now than there was before." She paused as she saw the young doctor tense, and her breathing become more rapid. She was panicking, that much was obvious. Serena tried to look more friendly, and her voice softened as she began speaking again. "Zosia, why don't you sit down and explain?"
"I, umm, I need to go. Dom wanted my help, and he's going to wonder where I've got to." And with that, the now shaking Dr March hurried out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Serena leant on the desk, head in hands, wondering what she should do.