Zosia and Ollie- The Sacrifices Made

Chapter Seven

No joke the more of this fic I write the less I like what I'm producing. Still... I'm getting close to posting a chapter that I've actually enjoyed writing so I'm going to keep soldiering on with the slightly boring stuff until I get to that 😹xxx
Also sorry if the last chapter seemed a bit too much! I thought the fic was getting a bit boring so I wanted to add a bit of drama. As always, enjoy xxxxx

As if Isaac couldn't get any worse, he shows up the next morning, when Zosia is still asleep at Ollie's bedside. Isaac says nothing, pulling up a chair next to her and waiting until she wakes up. When she does, he laughs at the expression on her face, enjoying that fact that he's completely terrified her.

'Isaac.' She gasps, sitting up straight, one hand clutching the bed sheets in shock.

'Hey, you.' He grins, his teeth bared, a little like a shark. She wonders if he's aware his presence feels like a predator circling until it attacks.

'I can't believe you have the nerve to come here.' She hisses. Her eyes are red and puffy after crying herself to sleep, which he honestly just finds funny, and has to stop himself from laughing even more just so he can speak.

'Why? I'm only visiting Ollie. Poor thing. Looks like he's really been in the wars.' Isaac fake pouts, patting Ollie's leg over the covers. Zosia's hand immediately smacks his away and then she grips hold of his wrist, staring him down.

'Get out. Get out before I call security.' She threatens.

'You've said that before. And yet, you've never actually done it. Makes me wonder if you're actually as ballsy as you claim to be.'

'I don't understand why you're doing this!' She exclaims, exasperated. She's barely been able to get her mind around Ollie's accident, and now he's here making things a hundred times worse.

'I told you. I'm just visiting. I heard about Ollie and wanted to see if you were both okay.'

'That's such bullshit. I want you to leave.'

'There's no need to get-'

'Get the fuck out!' She yells, pushing a hand against his chest, hard. He stumbles backwards a bit, hands held up in surrender.

'Alright, alright. Have it your way. But I'll be back. There are things we need to discuss.'

'Like what?' She bites.

'Like how much time you spend with Dom. He's cancelling on me to see you. I don't like that. So we'll have to come up with a new arrangement.'

'He's not your property. If he wants to see me, he can.'

'No, that isn't how it works at all. It never will be. He's my boyfriend, not yours.'

'You're sick.' Zosia knows he's an awful person, and that he's always been this way towards Dominic, but there's a part of her that's still surprised.

'Oh, hardly. I'm just looking out for his best interests.'

'You're making him miserable.'

'In the long run, he'll come to thank me. You'll see.'

'Just go.'

She doesn't say anything, eyes narrowed as she watches him leave. She doesn't look away until he disappears through the curtain. Then, as soon as she's sure he's gone, she bursts into tears again.

She can't help it. Isaac is driving her insane, always turning up uninvited, haunting her, lurking like a bad smell, making her life hell. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the wedding is in less than a week, and here she is, sat in the hospital she usually only sees as a place of work, crying over her comatose fiancé. It doesn't feel real. Like Ollie will open up his eyes any moment. But he doesn't. Again. She knows it's only been mere hours since the crash- just one night- but already it feels like centuries. And Connie was right. Her back is screaming out in pain, and she's really trying to ignore it, but her motherly instinct tells her that, maybe, she should lie down before it gets any worse. After all, she's staring to get aches in other places, and she's sure the stress can't be good for the baby anyway.