"She's been kidnapped?" He uttered, watching as Robyn nodded slowly, "The police have been called, we've been told to stay here… there's a team waiting in case of any…"
Jacob exhaled placing his hand on Robyn's shoulder, "If Rita asks, I've gone to find her… I'll make up the over time,"
"Jacob…" Robyn began, her words falling on deaf ears as he shook her head, "She needs me… I need to see her."
"Where is she? Why are you all just standing here… she's been kidnapped for god sake, someone needs to get her away from that mad man…"
"Stop," Dylan, told Jacob firmly, "The police have told us to wait here… so wait here… the last thing we need is you getting hurt too…"
Jacob nodded, pacing up and down, his breathing apical and shallow,
She could feel his large hands pressing up against her throat, the tip of a knife pressing against her abdomen, through her shirt. She thought of Grace, she thought of Jacob… this wasn't how it was supposed to go. She inhaled deeply, finding it harder and harder to breathe, she tried to focus on breathing, rather than the man holding so tightly around her neck, but she found herself thinking of the two people she loved most in the world.
He heard a scream and the sound of something hitting the floor, "Connie," he yelled, running down the corridor and stopping momentarily as he saw her lying on the floor, her chest heaving as red blood dispersed over her white shirt. Connie blinked, her hand clutching her stomach, her breathe catching in her chest as she winced with pain. Jacob watched as Dylan and Lofty ran towards Connie, before he lurched at the man who'd stabbed and attempted to strangle Connie. He held him against the wall, unable to stop his fist from colliding with his face and his stomach over and over again,
He crouched down beside her, watching how her eyes flickered as he took her blood covered hands gently, Dylan and Lofty stopped for a moment, watching how tenderly Jacob lifted Connie into his arms, "Come on darling, let's get you fixed up," he told her, feeling a lot more confident than he felt.
"We need more blood," Zoe yelled, "Get them to hurry up with the blood, she's losing this as fast as I'm replacing it, come on Connie,"
Stop," Zoe uttered, pulling Jacob away, "If you are to stay in here, you need to stand at the head of the bed and hold her hand, tell her how much you love her… but you do not get involved in any medical decisions… understood?"
"Sats are dropping," Dylan uttered, "Her heart rate is high, BP dropping… this isn't sustainable Zoe… Lofty, get the crash trolley ready…"
"She's crashing Zoe," Dylan uttered as the monitors started to bleep,
"Don't you dare do this Connie Beauchamp… not here… not today… we need you here," Zoe hissed, continuing to push the blood as Lofty applied the defibrillator pads, "Zoe step back… we're charging… all clear, Lofty get that oxygen off the bed,"
Jacob walked out shoving the doors hard, "Charlie, go after him… I have no idea what he's about to do…" Zoe told Charlie, knowing just how volatile their staff nurse could be.
Jacob kicked the lockers hard, over and over again, only stopping as Charlie entered the room. "Don't tell me…" he began, looking up at Charlie and sinking down to the floor with his back against the lockers, his head in his hands,
"No," Charlie told him, "She's still fighting… the surgical team have arrived… they're working on the stab wound while she's being resuscitated…"
