Zosia hadn't felt quite right all day. First the headache - despite the absence of alcohol lingering in her system - but then the odd feeling inside her. She felt stupid, because even as a doctor, it had taken her half of the day for her to work out that it was probably just the arrival of the 'monthly curse' as Dom usually put it. Though Dom being Dom, did usually accuse almost anyone, including males, of menstruating if they were moody or snappy, purely because he just found their response funny.

And unfortunately for her, she wasn't fully prepared for the arrival - she never was becuase her periods were irregular, and had been since she had started as a young teen. It had began as a dull ache, but when it escalated into a seemingly never-ending stabbing pain, she discreetly and slowly made her way to the locker room to see if she had anything in her locker that she would be able to use to prevent her raspberry scrub bottoms from becoming crimson.

"Zosia." She heard the queer flat mate call, and she internally swore as she had hoped to escape to the private locker room unnoticed, but she of course, had no such luck.
"Yes?" Zosia huffed, because she hoped that he would get the message, and know to only touch her with a barge pole, rather than bother her again - a reference that he had used the last time that she was 'cursed'.
"Mr Self is looking for you, and he's already rang twice. Apparently he wants you to assist him in theatre." Dom stated.
"Well tell him I'm busy." Zosia ordered.
"He thought you'd say that, so he's checked with Sacha and Sacha gave you the thumbs up to go." Dom said cautiously, as he knew that he was metaphorically poking the bear with a stick, just waiting for it to snap.
"What time?" Zosia sighed.

"1pm." He replied.
"Right, tell him I'll be there." Zosia said as she began to make her way to the locker room but he quickly caught up with her and stopped her on her way.
"But Zosia, it's ten to now, you need to be getting scrubbed up." He stated.
"Right, if you don't leave me alone now, so help me I will punch you into tomorrow." Zosia threatened.
"Well what am I supposed to tell your father?" He asked - Zosia admired the fact that he was a determined individual, but he certainly had his moments.
"Tell him if he wants me, he can come and get me." Zosia snapped before she stepped around Dom and continued her journey.

She felt relieved as she entered the room and closed the door because she didn't feel like she had dozens of pairs of eyes on her. So she made her way to her locker, and began to sort through her hand bag, looking for anything she had left from a previous cycle because she really didn't want to have to go to the store cupboard where she would probably bump into her colleagues.

But the pain was becoming unbearable and overpowering, as she lent on the bent in front of her and took deep breaths, but she could feel herself swaying and powerless to stop them as she had no control over her body. Suddenly, her knees gave way as she fell back and hit the side of her head on the bench behind her, instantly rendering her unconscious, as the blood began to seep through her scrubs...

"Right, she wants me to come and get her, then I'll just have to go and do that won't I?" Guy snapped down the theatre phone before he ripped his gloves and face mask off, despite the fact that he was literally about to begin the operation.
"Is that such a good idea?" Colette - who was standing in for a scrub nurse - asked.
"Just page the oncall consultant to do the op, I am going to sort that girl's attitude out once and for all." Guy stated as he tore his theatre scrubs off. He slammed them in the bin, and then burst out of the doors on a rampage to end the feud with his daughter - or at least to end her appalling attitude to surgery.

"Dr Copeland, where is Dr March?" Guy demanded as he arrived on Keller, Dom immediately jumped up and placed his magazine under a stack of files.
"Um, the last time I saw her she was going to the locker room I think." Dom blurted out, seemingly relieved that he had gotten away with reading a magazine during his shift. However he knew he'd be in for it later, for grassing his friend up to her father, and to her boss.

"I don't know what you think you're playing at Zosia Self but-" Guy began to shout as he opened the locker room door, however in the dimly lit room, he saw his daughter unconscious on the floor. There was a small pool of blood by her head, as it had been trickling from a cut that appeared to be besides her eyebrow, but the more worrying thing, was that she was in a large puddle of blood between her legs, soaking the entire top part of her scrubs, and it had seeped around her sides too, that made it seem like there was a lot more blood than there was - and as a doctor he knew that.

He almost certainly knew what had caused such a bleed, and he knew that the last thing that she would want, would be for her colleagues to know, so he picked her up bridal style, and carried her to the empty oncall room that was opposite the locker room.

He kicked the door shut behind him, tore the duvet off of the bed and then laid isi daughter on the bed before he took his phone out and rang the number for reception for Obs and Gynae.
"Hello? This is Guy Self, I need an obs and gynae consultant to the oncall room on Keller now, it's an emergency." He ordered.

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