Zosia's POV:
It was a Monday and I was coming down the university steps when's I first felt it. A hand clutching my insides and twisting. I feel down in pain; I remember the world spinning above my head and a blurred face, then nothing. I have been told that I was unconscious for 2 weeks, and when I woke up I was in a room with white walls. It was barren, but not like the desert, worse than that. It was silent apart from the continuous beeping, and the air was dry. I tried to raise my head but I felt paralysed, and I was paralysed then, with fear.
A second later the door opened and I saw a youngish doctor wearing scrubs with shaggy brown hair. My heart flickered with hope at a new possibility,
but then I remembered: it's the hope that kills.
He came to the end of the bed and hastily opened up a file with my medical notes in, dropping then in the process. He looked flustered and I managed to exert the energy to tell my mouth to smile, and he returned with a smile that could light up the town. He briefly explained what had happened to me and that I had to have an operation on my heart. I knew everything he was talking about, as I was studying medicine at university, but I didn't tell him this as I was transfixed by the two brilliant blue pools of light set into his face.
"My name is Ollie, well, Dr Valentine, I should say" he wrapped up his spiel and starting collecting papers together before I realised that I hadn't said my name. I urged my brain to tell the muscles in my face to allow me to speak and I managed to get out "Zosia" before he left. "I know," he replied, gently shutting the door and leaving me isolated in this room once more.
2 years later:
I spent a long time recovering to the surgery to my heart, and it left me on long term meds to stop blood clots in the future, but it did make me realise the area I wanted to specialise in. I had completed my training and today was my first day of work as a junior doctor. I entered the lift and was greeted by two smiling faces and one as cold as ice. People know who I am because my dad worked at the hospital, and I wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing just yet. "Well well well, if it isn't Selfie Junior." The stern face lady spoke whilst looking me up and down. I was wearing black jeans and a sand coloured coat but suddenly felt significantly undressed. Fortunately, the lift arrived, and the saying 'saved by the bell' had never been more apt. The four of us walked out onto the ward that would be my new home, but I didn't get very far before stopping in my tracks upon realising who was goofing around in the spinning chair behind the desk, nonchalantly flirting with some nurse. It was Ollie.
He looked up and saw me, but I wasn't sure if he would recognise me. After all, it had been 2 years and I was just another patient. His ambience was different, he seemed calmer, less on edge. But when he looked up I instantly new that he did recognise me, and my heart fluttered like it did when I first saw him. Maybe this day wouldn't go so badly after all.
I was introduced to everyone, including Jac, the stern faced lady I could now vaguely remember dad talking about, and a surgeon named Mo. Of course, Ollie and I needed know introduction, but the others didn't know that.
