It was Sunday morning in the Duncan household. Amy Duncan cooked eggs from behind the kitchen counter and watched as her family battle over waffles and toast.

"It's mine" her oldest daughter, Teddy whined as a little black-haired boy snatched the last of the waffles from the plate.

"It's mine now" the boy smirked and took a chunk out of the waffle and smiled gleefully whilst rubbing his stomach, intentionally setting of the blonde teenager in a rage.

An older balding, blonde haired man, her husband Bob, picked up a piece of buttered toast and ate it, making the teenager clench her fists "Great. Now there's no toast left".

The man shrugged "I'm sorry sweetie, but if you weren't too busy yelling about the last waffle, you might have gotten the last piece of toast".

"Mum! " she whined and Amy rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. Teddy picked up a cracker and looked at it wearily, she really wanted the waffle or the toast but her cracker would have to do. She pulled the cracker to her mouth before a young blonde-haired boy snatched it from her hand "Thanks" he said casually and sat down. Teddy glared at him "Mum! PJ took my cracker".

"Teddy, there are some eggs coming. I'll make sure you get fed" she noted and poked at the eggs sizzling on the pan. An exuberant laugh came from a little girl sat in a high chair beside the man and he patted her on the head.

"Come on, Teddy. Why can't you be as cheery as Charlie?" he asked.

Teddy gave a sarcastic smile "She's a baby, she likes banging cups off desks and picking her nose"

Bob sighed and walked over to his wife "Thank you for breakfast, I have to go into work"

"Today? , it's Sunday. Don't bugs have days off too" she huffed.

"Just for an hour or two. There's some paperwork to be sorted out and I don't want to leave it to later" he said calmly and kissed her cheek before heading out the big back door. She turned her attention back to the eggs and saw they were ready, setting them down on a plate she carried them over to the table and watched Teddy steal the plate from her brothers.

"Hah! Mine!" she said devilishly.

"Teddy, at least let me put the plate down before you hijack it" Amy frowned.

"Sorry mother. No time" Teddy said dramtically while the boys made faces at her. Amy laughed and went back to the counter to fetch Charlie's baby food.

"Hey Charlie. breakfast".

It was hours later and Amy and Bob were curled up on the couch watching a movie. Gabe and Charlie were asleep and Teddy and PJ were out with friends. Amy sighed happily as she laid her head against Bob's chest, it was rare to have the house so quiet or empty. There were no kids parading through and complaining or causing fiasco. It was just the both of them sitting quietly on the couch, in each others arms.

Amy could feel herself starting to drift off, her eyelids heavy and drooping. Suddenly the peace and quiet was disrupted by the insistent screeching of Amy's pager as it glowed on the coffee table.

"Ugh!" she grunted as she reached over to grab it "9-1-1 on one of Doctor Conway's post-op patients"

"Seriously? Conway?" Bob moaned, he had been extremely comfortable where they both sat and he had got to spend some rare quiet quality time with his very busy wife. Also it was Doctor Michael Conway, the man who had dated his wife in highschool when they had briefly broke up.

"Oh, Bob. Please don't start that now" Amy groaned as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Excuse me? I get to show a little annoyance at the fact that you work with your ex-boyfriend. The man who literally jumped in to ask you on a date no longer than a minute after we broke up" he snarled

"So what?" Amy exclaimed "You're the one I married. You're the one I love" she assured. However this was still not enough to appease him. Bob knew that Michael was still single and had tried regularly to ask Amy out on a date, even so far as to ask her in front of him, to spite him. "I need to get ready" Amy said, standing up and trapesing up the stairs. Bob followed her.

"I swear I think he makes up emergencies to call you with. I mean when you get there the patient will be like, have a fever or something stupid like that"

"A fever is dangerous in a post-op patient, actually! Amy corrected

"Well I guess I wouldn't know cause I'm not a Doctor" Bob said dryly and Amy sighed. That wasn't the effect she was aiming for with that statement.

"Bob would you just let it go?. It's not like you see me harping on about you and Kitty Kat" she snapped.

"That was different"

"How?"

"I don't work with her, I don't see her everyday and I'm not there trying to ask her out every chance I get"

"Whatever" Amy said and stalked out after changing into her scrubs. Again Bob followed her downstairs and watched as she angrily collected her keys and purse.

"Don't walk away from me" he said angrily. His temper flaring in jealousy

"Why not? you're not exactly being rational, and I have a patient who needs me"

"Hey go have a good time with Doctor Conway, tell him I said hi"Bob snarled

"Fine, I will" Amy shouted and slammed the door behind her. Bob stopped just at the door and laid his hand against the wood. As soon as she left he instantly regretted his words. He hadn't meant to get so worked up and jealous, he had no reason to be. He didn't trust Conway, but he trusted Amy. He was just annoyed when their cosy evening had been ruined by the man who openly covetted his wife, his wife.

On the other side of the door Amy was still standing, rooted to the spot with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She hated fighting with Bob, especially about Michael Conway, who she cared nothing for. Not romantically anyway. She loved Bob, always had, always will. However, love would have to take a back seat to work at this moment. She strode over to her car and climbed inside. Startng the engine she drove off. Even though she felt sad because of the fight she still felt angry. How did Bob become so angry? did he not trust her?.

She was driving down the freeway when she signalled to turn left. All of a sudden she saw a flash of grey and felt her car shake violently on impact as a grey van collided with it. Her head jerked back and she felt a flash of pain reverbrate up her spine and through her skull. The next thing she knew she was lying upside down, her head bent awkwardly with the overturned car on it's side. She tried in vain to wiggle from the seat, but her legs were limp and useless, she couldn't move them. She couldn't move her shoulder either. She tried to move her head down an inch and gasped in pain as a sharp pain flitted up her neck. Blackness clouded her already blurred vision and she could feel a hot, sticky mess ooze between her fingers. Blood.

Her brain was whirring and she tried desperately to stay awake. Fleeting images of her family crossed her mind. Her four children and Bob. Now she would never be able to tell him how she really felt, although she hoped being married to him for twenty years he would already know.

"Stay awake" she whispered inaudibly to herself before being overcome with darkness and feeling her eyelids flutter close.