She inhaled sharply. She had told herself over and over again that she wasn't pregnant, she couldn't be pregnant. But there it was on the small digital screen: Positive.

Suddenly, she heard the front door slam shut; Arthur must've just gotten home from his night shift because she guessed that it was around 6:20am. She knew it was early, but she had been tossing and turning all night once the possibility of a life growing inside her popped into her head.

She knew that her flatmate wouldn't be home for another hour or two, so at 4am she had slipped out and grabbed a taxi to the nearest 24 hour supermarket to get a clear blue test- the most reliable test on the market. She had tried to get back to sleep, but she couldn't. She then sat herself on the edge of her bed, tapping her fingers on the box containing the rest that could possibly change her entire future, until she finally decided to do the test.

"Zosia, are you okay?" She heard him query outside the bathroom door. She didn't have a shift until 9am and she usually got up at 7 so he must've been wondering why she was up so early.

"Yeah just... Needed the loo." She replied before she flushed the toilet and whilst there was the sound of the water rushing, she quickly put the test in her pyjama shorts pocket and flattened the box before she tucked that into the top of her shorts and pulled her shirt over it; she knew better than to do the predictable move of fictional characters and leave the box in the bin where their friend soon discovered it. She quickly washed her hands, to add to the effect that she was going to the toilet -and because she had been when she did the test-, before she unlocked the door and headed back to her bedroom, past Arthur who was grabbing a glass of orange juice in the kitchen.

She quietly entered her bedroom, closed the door behind her and sat down on the soft double bed. She couldn't tell Arthur that she was pregnant with his child- he would have a panic attack.

Zosia was fed up of telling herself what she couldn't do... But what could she do?

10am

Zosia had just taken a blood sample from her arm in a store room on Darwin- she had just under 6 months left on the ward as her final rotation before she would hopefully become an F2 but that all seemed unlikely now. Unless she took action about the recent news that she had received.

She quickly put the vial in the envelope, sealed it and then sent it off to the lab with the fake name of 'Sylwia Dodek'. That name belonged to a woman who she was best friend with when she spent an entire summer in Poland with her mother and father when she was little. She wanted a blood test to confirm the pregnancy (well actually, she wanted it to confirm that it was a false negative) because she was too scared to accept the answer of just one test. Especially when a blood test was much more reliable, than a plastic white stick.

Zosia walked back to the nurses station where her 'father' and the heavily pregnant Jac Naylor were discussing a patient with both cardio and neuro issues. The consultant was due to give birth in a fortnight's time when she would be forced on maternity leave, though there was no doubt in Zosia's mind that she would soon return and most likely bring her baby to work with her.

"Zosia, have you organised the ECG for Mr Hull yet?" Jac asked as she pressed the hand into the base of her aching spine.

"Um... No not yet I'll do it-" She began to stutter.

"Mr Hull's results." Jonny announced as he handed the sheet of paper to Jac before he walked away again. Zosia was dumbfounded. Maybe she did do the ECG... She was way too distracted to even remember but she beloved without an explanation (or an apology), the consultant would not leave her alone.

"Memory of a goldfish?" Jac queried harshly.

"No, no I just..." She trailed off. She couldn't think of an excuse at all. "Sorry, it won't happen again." Zosia said quickly before she grabbed a random patient's file from the pile of the patient's yet to be seen, and walked off hung that that would be a valid response. She could feel both the consultant's , and her father's eyes burning a hole in the back of her skull, but she just ignored it and entered the room where there were 4 patients, each in separate beds.

"Ah Dr March, thank you." Elliot smiled as he took the medical records from Zosia. Zosia decided to go along with it so she stood by the patient's bedside, only to find that the patient, like one of her seniors, was heavily pregnant. This was going to be a long day...

That evening after her 5pm shift finish, she headed down to obs and gynae to get to ball rolling for her abortion which she knew could take several weeks when booked at the last minute. The blood test results had only annoyed her even more than the plastic white stick which she had snapped before she threw it in the clinical waste bin where no one would even know it was hers.

As much as she wanted to go private, she couldn't. She was an F1, who had barely even begun to pay off her student loan. That wasn't to say that she was skint, she just didn't have £450 to throw around when she could get the same procedure done for free.

She knocked on the door of her gynaecologist -Mr T- whom she had booked a last minute appointment with during her lunch break. Because she had studied at Holby University, he had been her first, and only gynaecologist that she had ever had for routine smear tests etc, so she wasn't meeting a complete stranger. That and the fact that she had worked with him on a few occasions- including that very day with the pregnant woman on Darwin.

"Ah, Zosia, have a seat." He smiled after letting her in his consult room and he closed the door for privacy. "Now, what can I do for you?" He queried cheerfully.

"I need to book an abortion." Zosia stated bluntly. "Preferably as soon as possible." She added.

Zosia walked out of his room with an appointment booked at the abortion clinic in 4 weeks time on 22nd February. She could've gotten and earlier appointment, but she couldn't risk missing work where her mentor, Elliot, (or more importantly, her father) could find out why she missed a day so she had booked it for a Saturday in a months time. She would have a general anaesthetic and in the same day, she would be able to walk out of the hospital. Only then, she believed, would she feel a weight lifted off of her shoulders. But there was still something inside her, niggling away telling her it was the wrong thing to do, and that her mother would be disappointed in her.

When she arrived home, she found Arthur cooking dinner in the open plan kitchen.

"Hey." He smiled. "You're a bit late aren't you?" He queried. Usually, she would be home by 5:20pm, but it was nearing 6pm so he had been keeping their dinner of spaghetti bolognese slowly simmering away to keep it warm.

"Oh yeah um, professor hope asked me to tidy Ms Naylor's desk." Zosia improvised.

"He asked you, to stay behind, to tidy someone's desk?" Arthur stated as though the old man seemed to be taking advantage of the girl.

"Yeah. Well not exactly, he was saying about she tried tidying it but she's got a really bad back so he was going to tidy it for her, but I offered to do it because I didn't want him to have a bad back as well." Zosia explained and she then took a deep breath whilst Arthur served up dinner at the table.

"Oh right." Arthur smiled. "That was nice of you." He added sheepishly.

"I can be nice." Zosia stated and Arthur humorously raised his eyebrows. "Sometimes." She added. "Thanks by the way, this smells lovely." She said before she tucked into the dinner.

She couldn't believe that the man who sat opposite her, had no idea that she was pregnant with his child. He also had no idea that she was going to abort his child, or that she was going to have to go through the both emotionally and physically traumatic event alone with no support from anyone. Though once that thought ran through her head, it seemed like the rest of her life had been similar. Birthdays, Christmases, achievements, and her father was never there. Her mother was, and she appreciated that, but she never truly enjoyed an event, when she knew her father wasn't there because he deemed that work was more important than his daughter's numerous award ceremonies and even her birthday parties when she was younger when she longed for her father to come along and embarrass her, just like her friends' dads used to do.

She concluded that the abortion was the right thing to do. She certainly couldn't tell her father about the baby. He would probably be disgusted, mind you, that would solve the problem of him always pestering her for them to make up. But she couldn't just have a baby to get her dad off of her back. She had her career to think about, her entire future would be changed -in her opinion, for the worse- so there truly was only one good option; abortion.