I held Samantha close as we stood by the grave; I've been doing this a lot recently, ever since the incident.

"Dervla! Dervla!" Yelled Zoe as she frantically ran up the hill searching for the dog.

"Zoe, lets turn back; we don't know if she even ran this way." Hollered Sam from the bottom of the hill, they had been searching ever since this morning when Dylan told them the news that Dervla had gone missing. It was now late, dark and the two girls were cold as they searched for the lovable mutt

"You can turn back if you want Sam, but I am going to find her" shrieked Zoe at the pure thought of giving up and disappointing Dylan.

"Zoe, be careful; we shouldn't even be here "Sam cautioned the older doctor as they approached the train tracks at the top of the hill.

I followed them not knowing what was coming next, but if I had of … well I won't have followed them.

"Earlier this morning, three Holby city Doctors, Zoe Hanna , Samantha Keogh and Dylan Keogh were struck by a train after searching for their beloved pet. Both Zoe Hanna and Samantha Keogh are in intensive care after the incident. However Dr. Dylan Keogh was left unharmed by the accident."

Hearing it made it worse; the stares from the people on the streets, made it worse. Seeing Samantha and Zoe lying in their hospital bed without her arm, made it worse. I was physically unharmed, but in my head I could still see it; I could still hear them. Zoe running, Sam running, Zoe stopping in the middle of the track and looking back, the bright lights of the train… I may have been left unharmed, but I shall always have those memories.

We found Dervla, Sam was right she had run off in the other direction towards the beach, not like it makes any difference now.

Zoe had surgery to reattach her arm and has been moved from intensive care. She just wont stop crying, at first she didn't believe me that Sam has saved her, she thought they had found another woman wearing scrubs lying on a train track dead, it wasn't until we had to identify the body along with her parents that realisation hit her. She was dead. My wife and her colleague were dead.

News spread about Sam like wild fire, everyone blaming Zoe, it was my fault, and I asked them to look for her. Then it was Sam's fault for pushing Zoe out of the way.

A month later

Now after Zoë's been discharged from hospital we stand here. Next to the grave; it's peaceful here, Sam would have liked that. Lots of grass and bright vibrant flowers everywhere; taken from the memorial and placed on her grave. She always did like flowers, I remember when she got back from her first tour and I gave her a bunch of flowers; the look on her face… it was priceless, yet beautifully, stunning.

I read the inscription over and over again in my head as Zoe cries into my chest. Over and over again it's a cyclical; it's never ending. 'Samantha Keogh, aged twenty-six, a beloved wife, daughter, sister and best friend, may she rest in peace'

There was nothing engraved that wasn't true, but they had left out the person that she was; the brave and heroic woman she was, who risked her own life to save someone else's.