I am really sorry about my lack of uploads! There's lots of stuff going on in my life atm meaning I just don't have the time Id like to dedicate to this story but your continued support is really great. Good things come to those who wait! (I hope its good and worth the wait anyway!)


"Oliver, please, you've got to wake up"

"Derwood" Ollie mumbled sleepily, "is she okay? Where's Zosh?" he questioned sitting up slowly, tiredness making him dizzy. "Mr T, please" he whispered, his eyes clenched shut as his head stopped spinning.

"I wont lie to you, Ollie. Surgery could have gone better."

His heart sank and tears filled his tired eyes. "What's going on?"

"Your son got stuck. Due to the distress of the labour and attempt at natural birth he'd turned, but not completely. We had to open Zosia up more than in a normal procedure and she bled out. As for the baby, he stopped breathing, he'd got tangled in the umbilical chord. As I'm sure your aware, Oliver, being starved of oxygen during birth... its not good" Mr T was now sat next to Ollie, his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"We've got a son" Ollie whispered as the tears began to fall.

"He's been taken care of, as is Zosia. Ollie, their both in the best possible hands I assure you."

"I want to see her"

"She's being monitored in recovery. Just, before I take you, have a few minutes, digest the information. Shes not in a good way Oliver, at all, these next few hours are critical"

Ollie covered his face with his hands and sighed. "Take me to her, please Derwood. I need to see her"

"If you're sure, this way"

Mr T led a now wide awake Ollie down the corridors to the post op recovery room.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Derwood asked as they came to a halt outside the room.

Oliver shook his head as he applied the hand sanitizer from the dispenser.

"I'm going to do the formal hand over of your son to the neonatal team, the registrar will be down to speak to you at some point I imagine."

Oliver didn't speak, he just watched Mr T speak, almost unable to take in all this new information.

"I'll be back shortly" Mr T excused himself leaving Ollie outside the room.

He took a deep breath then entered.

She was so pale. So fragile, wires and tubes connected everywhere, a big oxygen mask covering her face.

"Oh my god" he whispered as the tears began falling down his face. "Zosh" he walked up to her and gently took her cheek in his hand. "Zosia, darling, I'm here" His words were quiet and meaning full. He gently rested his head on hers, her soft hair bringing him much needed comfort. "I love you so much Zosh, I just need you to wake up okay? We've got a son... and I can't bring myself to go meet him without you. Zosia please wake up" he pleaded Gently into her hair, his sobs now echoing.


An hour had passed and Zosia was still unconscious. Oliver was hunched over in the chair, his head resting on her bed next to where his hand held hers, his blue hoodie pulled over his head blocking out the world.

There was a quiet knock on the door and in came a tall man with glasses. "Doctor Valentine?"

Oliver looked up and pulled his hood down, squinting slightly at the bright light, he realised he must have fallen asleep at some point.

"Doctor Valentine, I'm Doctor Stewarts, the neonatal registrar" the tall blonde man offered out his hand.

Oliver stood up and shook it.

"I'm here to talk about your son, would you rather we have this conversation outside so we can leave Mrs Valentine in peace?"

Oliver shook his head, "I cant leave her, plus, she'd want to know what's going on" he said softly looking back at his fragile wife.

Stewarts gave Ollie a small smile before continuing. "As I'm sure Derwood told you, the boy had incredible difficulties during the birthing procedure."

Ollie nodded.

"The reality of the situation is that the boy cannot support his own airway and we've had to incubate"

"Right" Ollie sighed, his hand snaking around his neck.

"However we have another issue to notify you of, he has developed an infection. As we speak he is being ploughed with antibiotics but as he is so young, there's no guarantees they will be effective."

"So what you're telling me is that my son might die?"

"It's a possibility"

Oliver looked towards Zosia again. "I don't know what to do"

"Come see him, doctor Valentine. I understand it must be incredibly difficult but if the worst does happen. you should at least meet your son. Every little one needs their dad"

They were interrupted by Doctor Stewarts bleeper, he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and read it, "please excuse me I'm needed back on the ward. Please consider what I said, he needs you, Mr Valentine." he offered Ollie another small smile before he left.

Ollie pulled his phone out of his pocket as he began to panic.

"Jac? It's me" his hands trembled.

"Oliver what's going on? How are they?"

"Is the ward busy? Can you come down?" He began to cry. "Please Jac"