Zosia and Ollie- The Sacrifices Made

Chapter Eight

Two updates in the space of two daysssss xx this is literally a record for me xxx tbh I'm just writing as much as I can as fast as I can bc I'm DESPERATE to get to the wedding chapter bc that's where shit really goes down. And there's another massive plot twist which I'm really excited to write coming up somewhere after the wedding, too! 💗💗 anyway, enjoy lovelies! Xxx

Much to Zosia's surprise, Oliver's mother turns up at the hospital that next day. She looks like she hasn't slept in days and comes tumbling into Ollie's cubicle all flustered and panicky, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head as she tries to get ahold of herself. She's dragging a suitcase behind her and Zosia realises this must mean she's come straight from the airport. She also notices someone else stood behind her. Zosia isn't sure who it is at first, but upon closer inspection, realises it's Ollie's best mate Nick. He and Zosia aren't exactly friends- they've only met once, briefly, on Ollie's birthday one year- but the sight of someone who probably loves Ollie just as much as she does makes her emotional, and she actually gets to her feet to greet him with a hug.

'I'm sorry we didn't get here any earlier, darling. Air traffic and turbulence gave us trouble, among other things.' Blanche explains, waving a hand loosely in the air she does. She secures her sunglasses again and then takes the seat that Zosia had previously been sat in, much to her annoyance.

'Sorry about her.' Nick apologises, pulling out of the hug.

'It's not problem. I'm used to it.' She tells him, searching the room for the other chair that had been there the day before. Nick notices her looking and dives out of the cubicle, coming back with another one before she can even register what's happen.

'Thanks, Nick.' She forces a small smile, already put in a bad mood by Blanche. She doesn't intend to be rude, but it's difficult to ignore.

'So... What have they told you? Is he going to be alright? He doesn't look alright. Is there brain damage?' Blanche asks, combing through his hair with her fingers gently and looking down at him, concern etched onto her features.

'We don't know. We just have to wait until he wakes up.'

'If he wakes up.' Blanche sniffs, not looking away from her son.

'When he wakes up, we'll know more. Until then... We just have to wait.' Zosia tells both of them. She's not really aiming it at Blanche because she's worried she'll lash out at her, so she instead she looks at Nick, who nods thoughtfully.

'It could be a while until he's up and about, then?' He checks, wanting to get his facts straight.

'Yeah. The human brain is a difficult thing. No one really understands how it works, but... With this sort of situation... They say he has to chose to live. Whether he wants to or not is a different thing entirely, really-'

'Of course he wants to live. Don't be ridiculous.' Blanche bites, finally tearing her gaze away from Ollie to glare up at Zosia. Zosia opens her mouth to say something in retaliation, but Nick steps in conveniently, knowing any argument could end up getting them removed from the ward- especially since it's intensive care.

'I think... what Blanche is trying to say... is that Ollie has so much to live for. He's not going to give up on that now.'

'I know. But if he wants to go, I wouldn't hold that against him. If he's in pain o-or suffering or... I don't want to him to think that he has to stay. If he wants to let go, then-'

'Oh, that's quite enough! Imagine if my boy could hear you. They say they can. Hear in comas, I mean. And all his fiancée is doing is talking about how she'd be happy if he were dead. It's shameful.' Blanche snaps, clutching onto Ollie's hand, glaring at Zosia, though she looks at Nick like he's dirt under her shoe, too.