Zosia and Ollie- The Sacrifices Made

Chapter One

I've decided to delete the original first chapter that was here and replace it with this one instead bc i've already written a lot for this one already xx

Also, just a note- I've changed the timeline of this slightly because in this Zosia and Oliver are engaged but obviously at this point in the show they weren't. However, they had to be to fit the story so there you go.

'He doesn't need you butting in every time we fight.'

'Oh, I'll be butting in. Every single time.'

After the short, but to the point argument with Isaac, Zosia finds herself sat in Pulses, completely alone. It's after hours, dark outside, and the hospital is almost completely abandoned apart from the doctors working the night shift and the patients in the beds. She has been sat there for almost an hour, sipping at a water bottle and pondering today's discovery. The pregnancy test she had taken earlier in the day is wrapped in tissue paper in her bag, the positive sign seeming to be burning a hole through the fabric. She tries to stop thinking about it for a second, but then her stomach lurches and her headache worsens and so she delves into her bag, pulling out a packet of ibuprofen. Pushing a pill from the packet and tossing it into her mouth, she washes it down with water and swallows hard, wincing as that only worsens the pounding in her head. She presses her fingers gently against the sides of her temple and closes her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on something less stressful. It's only when a voice sounds behind her that she opens her eyes.

'Not feeling too great?'

Zosia freezes. She knows that voice.

'Isaac.' She wants to say more, to yell for all she is worth, and tell him how much she hates him for what he's done to Dom, but her voice gets caught up in her throat. She can hear him moving behind her, senses a smirk on his face, but refuses to turn around. She's feeling sick enough as it is. Looking at her best friend's abusive partner will only worsen the sensation.

'You shouldn't take ibuprofen, you know. It's not good for a woman in a condition such as yourself.'

Subconsciously, her hand flies to her stomach, suddenly feeling overly protective over her unborn child. How can he possibly know?

'I don't know what you mean.'

'Don't lie. I heard you talking to Dominic. You told him you were pregnant.'

'Well, you heard wrong.' She bites back, getting up from her seat, still refusing to so much as look at him. She tries to leave, but he grabs her wrist, forcing her to face him.

'I know you think you're protecting Dom, but trust me when I say this- He doesn't need your help.' He hisses, eyes narrowed. Zosia breathes deep and tries not to panic, but it's hard when he's so close and so angry.

'He's my best friend. And I don't trust you. So excuse me if I'm feeling over protective.'

'Well. He's my boyfriend. And he and I are very happy together.'

'I don't believe you. Whenever Dom talks about you... He seems... He's terrified of you, Isaac.' She accuses.

'Now, that's where you're wrong. Dom's just... A little insecure, sometimes. But we're working on it.'

'I don't-!'

'Believe me when I say this, Zosia- If I so much as suspect that you're poisoning his mind with lies about me... Well, lets just say you won't have to worry about telling Mr Darcy the truth. There will be nothing to tell.' Now she's scared. Terrified, actually. And the worst part is that he knows it.