A Zosia March and Emma Naylor fanfic (Holby City)

Chapter 25

A/N Hi, sorry for the EXTREMELY LATE DELAYED UPDATES, I have been pre-writing loads of Berena fanfiction, and I have about 12 chapters (of different stories) to publish, I think I'll do about 3-6 more chapters of this one, just for those of you that have stuck around to the end! Btw, it is a pretty shocking end...... SORRY!!!
Ps pls assume Jac and guy never kissed! And Jasmine doesn't exist!!

Zosia's POV

"Jac?" I heard Ollie say. My jaw dropped. I felt a wave of anger, hurt and pain wave across me. How dare she come back? After the past year she has done nothing. She ran off to Paris with Jonny, dumped her daughter, and only bothers to return because according to her some patient needs a life saving operation??? Why does she even care??
"What the hell are you doing here??" I asked, death-glaring her.
"Zosia." Of course, she was completely emotionless.
"I asked, what are YOU doing here?" I stared at her, disgusted.
"I moved back two days ago, I was called in to perform a hertzig operations." She replied. " I-I was going to call you." She added.
"Mum?"
As I looked at the double doors that had just opened, I saw Emma, holding three hot chocolates, looking completely gobsmacked.

Jac's POV

"Emma?" I whispered. All I wanted was to hug her, but I knew it wasn't the time and she deserved an explanation.
"I'm so sorry I left you." That was all I managed to get out, without breaking down in front of everyone.
Emma just rolled her eyes and walked straight past me, handing hot chocolates around. I stayed with my back to them for a minute, blinking away the tears.

Turning around, I tried to speak, but Zosia beat me to it.
"Where have you been?" She asked. I couldn't lie to any of them anymore.

///////////////FLASHBACK (the day Jac and Jonny were supposed to return)//////////////////

"Cancer?" I said, looking back at the doctor. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sorry Ms Naylor, the tissue in your heart is fairly infected. We need to operate as soon as possible." He replied.
As I opened the door, I turned around.
"Would it be possible to have my operation in England? I need to get back to my daughter." I asked
"Sorry, but if anything happened on the way back, it might depend on your life. If you would like to call your daughter, you are welcome to use this phone." He replied, lifting up the phone.
"No, I don't want to alarm her. I'll have the operation tomorrow, if that suits your team." I stated.
"Yes, that's fine, again, I'm sorry." The doctor said. As I twisted open the door, I started to walk out towards my car.

Sitting down, I breathed out heavily. I let the tears seep down my face, and did nothing to stop them. Reaching my phone, I knew I had to ring Zosia, but I rang Jonny.

"Hello?" He said

"Hi, listen *sniffles* I have to tell you something." I said, still
crying.

"What?" He replied.

As I went to answer I couldn't quite make the words out. I was admitting I was weak. I was admitting I needed help.

"Well can you spit it out please I'm kind of busy here." He said viciously down the phone.

Breathing out, I said it.

"I have cancer."

He didn't answer.

"Jonny?" I spoke down the line.

"I can't. I can't do this." He spoke, and hung up the line.

I'm speechless. What does he mean? He can't do it?

Driving back to the villa, I noticed his car wasn't parked in the garage. As I walked in the house, I felt something spiky underneath my feet. Bending down, I saw Jonny's set of keys and a small plastic card. His SIM card. I couldn't even contact him anymore. He was really gone.

He left.

////////////////END OF FLASHBACK////////////

"You have cancer?" Emma said, her face drooping. She used to do this when she was little, when I didn't let her have anymore cookies.
"No, not anymore, I had the tissue removed, I have to take antibiotics but nothing that I have to worry about." I said.
"Oh. Why didn't you return after the operation?" Emma asked.
"I had to stay in hospital for six months afterwards, I was having bad reactions to the medicine I had to take. After that, I tried to track down your dad--"
"Where is he now?" Emma interrupted.
"In Poland. Da- Guy told me."
"Dad? Jac? Why did you say dad before you said Guy?" Zosia spoke up. Oh God. It slipped out.
"Zosia" I breathed out. "My mother Slept with your father in uni and she had me. Guy has never told you. I told him not to." I replied.
Her face.
She looked so shocked.