my medicine

my medicine

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{ on hold } It's a year and a half since Frederick Johanssen stormed the halls of Holby City Hospital with the intention of bringing harm to those who once welcomed him. Jac Naylor is fully recovered from the consequences she faced after being shot in the back, but as stress piles up in Darwin Ward, she begins to experience pain she is all too familiar with. At the memories of her tough recovery, she longs for the comfort she had the last time she felt weak- Adrian Fletcher. But their spark has been dampened, and nothing is how it used to be. Can she open up to Fletch about what she suspects may lie ahead, and find whatever it is they used to treasure? Or did Adrian finally find it in him to move on? Appearing strong is difficult sometimes, even for Holby's own ice queen, but aware that she faces paralysis if she doesn't seek out help, it's a race against time for Jac- get the help she know she needs, and get the love she knows deep down is just as necessary.
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