CHAPTER 7
Okay guys, so this is probably going to be the last chapter of the night (depending on if I can sleep or not). So I hope you're liking the story so far. As I said at the beginning, I may or may not continue with this story. Also, I apologise for any mistakes in this chapter. It's 2:45 in the morning now, and it was probably 2:30 when I finished this chapter, so my head isn't quite working. Although, I think I'll try, I quite like where it's going. Anyway, enough of me, here's the next chapter.
Serena watched Zosia's eyes widen, but at what, Serena didn't know. It could have been at the fact she was bleeding, or the fact that Serena knew about it. "Zosia, please. I want to help. Let me see what you've done."
Zosia was terrified. Serena wasn't going to let this go. As soon as she saw, she would kick Zosia off the ward for sure. Then she'd fail this rotation, and have to take the whole year again. But there was a small voice in the back of Zosia's head saying that maybe Serena would help. Maybe she could help to stop all this pain. So against her better judgement, she pulled her arm away from her body, and lay it across her knees.
Serena was somewhat shocked by Zosia's willingness to let her help, busy she wasn't going to say anything, in fear of scaring her off. She moved very slowly, so as not to take the young woman by surprise. Zosia had her arm lay across her knees, with her forearm pointing up. Serena could see a dark red patch forming, a vivid contrast against the pale blue top. She reached out and picked up Zosia's arm, feeling her tense at the contact. She rolled up her sleeve to reveal a white bandage covering most of her forearm. As she made to remove the bandage, she felt Zosia's breathing speed up, and she felt her arm start to shake. Serena murmured quiet words of comfort to calm her down. She gently pulled the bandage over Zosia's forearm and off her hand, setting it down next to her on the bench. She looked at Zosia's arm, and had to stifle a gasp as she saw angry red gashes, some still filled with small lakes of crimson. As she looked further at Zosia's arm, she could see the rest of her pale forearm was covered in long scars, all at varying stages of healing. She looked up at the young woman, seeing her in a whole different light. "Why, Zosia?"