A Zosia March and Emma Naylor fanfic (Holby City)

Chapter 8

Zosia's POV

"Zosia?" Emma asked. "Yeah?" I answered. 

"Wh-when" she stuttered. 

"Yeah? What is it? I'll answer your question." I said in dismay. I could tell she was nervous about this question or whatever she was going to say. 

"When your mother died, what did you feel like?" She asked carefully. If anyone else has asked me that question, I would have legged it. But, she was in a similar position. 

"I felt out of place and upset. I didn't realize that my mother didn't tell me about her cancer because she didn't want to upset me during my finals at university. Sometimes, I wish she did tell me so it wouldn't be much of a shock. But again, she is my mother, and she thought of me and my Dad. Is that what you are feeling?" 

"Yeah. I feel quite out of place and upset. I thought we were close. Obviously not." She said quietly. I saw a tear fall down her cheek and I reached into my pocket and got a tissue and wiped it off and kissed her on the head. I think she did this instinctively, as she layed her head on my shoulder and snuggled in a little more. It felt natural. After 15 more minutes of just watching some stupid TV show and cuddling, I decided it was time for Emma to go to bed. "Come on, otherwise we'll fall asleep on the sofa!" I said. As she got up, I said I'll be up in a couple of minutes. 

As I crept in her room, I found that she was asleep already. I kissed her softly on the cheek as I always do and closed her door. As I walked into my bedroom, I quickly got changed into my PJ's and climbed into bed. I felt a lump underneath my back and realized I'd sat on my lamb. As I kissed it goodnight, I put in in my draw. I picked up my photo from my desk of me, my mother and my dad, I kissed my mother's face and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, I heard a crash of thunder and a  bolt of lightning. I woke up with a start and checked my phone for the time. 2:30. Christ. As I heard another one, I remember when Emma first came to stay and Jac told me about Emma's fear of thunder and lightning. As I opened up my draw, I saw Emma's anxiety tablets and got out of bed. As I knocked on her door, presuming she was going to be awake, I opened the door to find her collapsed on the floor with her blanket sprawled across the floor. "Emma? Emma, can you hear me? " I called in desperation. As I checked her pulse, it was far too quick.  I ran to grab my phone, my mind racing with thoughts. Is it too late?