Zosia downed the vodka in one, not even glancing at Owen as she did so. She just wanted to push everything out of her mind; the embarrassment earlier on the ward, her father and even her mother.

"Good?" Asked Owen in a sly manner.

"Yes. Much better." Zosia replied setting the glass back on to the table. Just then, a text popped up on her phone. It was from her father.

Going to your mother's grave. Meet me at the car in ten if you want to come. Zosia thought for a moment. Perhaps it was time to try and make amends, to right the wrongs both for herself and her father.

"Look, I have to go, there's something I have to do at the hospital." She said, getting up to leave.

"Do you mind if I walk with you? I'm going to go and see Finn." Owen asked. Zosia simply nodded and headed for the door, with him closely behind.

As they reached the hospital car park, Zosia stopped suddenly and put her hand to her head.

"Are you alright?" Owen questioned in concern.

"I just...feel a bit dizzy that's all." She admitted.

"Why don't we go inside and sit down?" He suggested, grabbing Zosia by the arm and dragging her along.

"My father..." She mumbled, no longer able to control her own body.

Owen ignored her and continued to practically carry her, not into the hospital but round the back where it was quiet and deserted.