Chapter One

I decided to write a longer Code Black story based around Leanne's accident and her recovery, with eventual Leanne/Neal. I hope you enjoy and please favourite or leave a review if you would be interested in more.

She couldn't describe the pain she was in. It was like her body wasn't hers anymore: it felt unfamiliar, heavy, like someone had place a large weight on top of her lower body trapping her wherever she was. Groaning, she slowly attempted to open her eyes, her fingers moving across the soft material that was wrapped around her body. Where was she? Why did it hurt so much?

"Leanne," a voice said, a small moan leaving her lips at the noise. It was too loud. "Leanne, it's Jesse," the voice repeated, slightly quieter this time while something brushed across her forehead. "Don't try and move too much," the voice claiming to be Jesse whispered, his tone desperately trying to sound comforting.

"Where am…?" she croaked, her throat dry as the words left her lips. She physically couldn't say the rest of the sentence, it was too painful.

"You're in Angels Leanne, you were in an accident," Jesse's voice responded as she attempted to open her eyes but quickly closed them. The room was too bright, it hurt her eyes. "Do you want me to turn the light off?" he asked, noticing the grimace on her face, her head nodding slightly before she heard the chair he must have been sitting in move and the click of the light switch. "There, do you want to try again?" Jesse asked again, his footsteps getting louder as he moved his way back towards the bed, his hand touching hers. Opening her eyes again slowly, Leanne groaned again as she looked at the dark space.

"Jesse," she whispered again, turning her head slightly, pain shooting through her body again at the movement. "Jesse, she said again, the nurse leaning forward as his smile grew; his hand reaching out to brush his fingers across her cheek. "An accident?" she asked quietly, suddenly remembering what he had said. What accident?

"You were in a car accident," Jesse whispered, his fingers continuing to run down her cheek as she stared at him blankly. A car accident? How? Where? "Leanne, I'm so sorry," Jesse whispered, his composure breaking as tears began to run down his cheeks.

"Jesse?" she asked again, her throat burning while her hand reached up to grasp his; a stinging pain shooting through her arm as she gripped his hand. Why was he apologising? She was alive, she was safe, there was no reason for him to apologise. He hadn't been driving her car, there wasn't a scratch on him to indicate that he'd been in the car with her. "Jesse…" she whispered, feeling her heart drop in realisation. "Who was in the car?" she asked quietly.

"Leanne," Jesse begged, seeing her tense as the tears began to appear in her eyes.

"Where are my children?" she questioned, ignoring the pain in her body. "Where are my babies Jesse?" she sobbed, knowing the answer to her own question when he glanced down at his lap briefly before looking at her. "Oh god," Leanne whispered, feeling the nausea rising in her body. "My babies," Leanne sobbed, her free hand unconsciously moving to rest again her abdomen. Her beautiful babies were gone. Her beautiful children who had barely lived their lives, who had never done anything to harm anyone. How could they be gone? "Where's James?" she asked quietly. Why hadn't she thought about her husband? Her loving husband who had always been at her side. Where was he? "Please not him too," she begged, the tears streaming down her face as she continued to cling to Jesse's hand.

"I'm sorry Leanne," the nurse stated.

"Tell me," she begged, the pain getting worse. "Jesse, tell me what happened to my husband and my children now," the doctor shouted, groaning at the pain in her throat as Jesse moved to rest on the edge of her bed before running his fingers across her face to brush the tears away. "Tell me everything now," she ordered.

"Leanne," he warned, aware that her monitor was beginning to beep louder. "Leanne, you need to stay still, you've had serious surgery," Jesse warned, glancing down at the various casts and bandages that covered her skin.

"Don't tell me to stay still Jesse. Everyone is gone, my husband is dead, my babies are lying in the morgue," she declared, attempting to move away from him as he sighed and moved his hands from her body. "What happened to my family?" Breathing out, Jesse ran his fingers through his hair nervously before looking down at his friend as she continued to stare at him from the bed. "Please," she finally whispered, his head shaking as she slowly reached across and took his hand. "Were they alone when they…?" she asked quietly, his head shaking again while a sad smile nervously covered his face.

"Rollie was with James," Jesse finally admitted, remembering the frustrated and devastated face that had covered his colleague's face when he had stormed past Jesse to assist with Leanne. Leanne's husband had died within minutes of arriving at Angels. "I was with Caitlyn," Jesse whispered, wishing that he didn't have to remember the tiny girl's body lying in the middle of centre stage. He had been there when she was born, had been the first person to hold her other than her parents and he had clung onto her hand when she had slipped away. "She was so brave Leanne," he admitted, remembering how tiny her hand had felt in his.

"And Alex?" she whispered, her voice breaking when she said her son's name.

"Neal was there," Jesse whispered, remembering the shouts that had radiated around centre stage as Neal had desperately tried to save Leanne's youngest boy. Jesse could remember the boy's screams and the sight of the tiny hand clutching onto Neal's scrubs in fear and pain. He could also remember the tears that had run down Neal's face when he had pronounced time of death and had almost collapsed beside the hospital bed. "We did everything we could, I promise you."

"I don't doubt that," she whispered, her eyes closing before she groaned at the loud knock at the door. Hearing the door squeak open, Leanne bit into her lip in pain when Jesse gently squeezed her head.

"Leanne," another male voice whispered, footsteps moving towards the bed as the brunette forced herself to open her eyes again.

"Neal," Leanne whispered as the doctor nodded and smiled weakly at her, a sadness filling his eyes while she watched him. She couldn't think of what to say and could see that he was thinking the exact same. What did you say to someone who had fought to save your child's life but hadn't succeeded? "How long have I been here?" she asked, glancing from Neal to Jesse. "When did it happen?"

"Two days ago," Jesse finally admitted, guessing that Neal was still struggling to find something to say.

"Where were we going?" Leanne asked, desperately trying to remember her final moments with her family. "Why were we in the car?" she questioned, another groan leaving her lips as Neal knelt beside the bed and looked at her; noticing the tears in eyes and the paleness of her skin.

"Leanne are you in pain?" he asked, the brunette biting her lip to refrain from groaning again. "Let me give you something for the pain," he whispered, remembering the warmth of her blood on his hands as he had worked to save her life when Rollie had shouted for his assistance. "You've had serious surgery."

"Did you assist in my surgery?" she asked quietly, watching as Neal nodded slowly. "Why didn't you let me die?"

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