"POLICE! SUSPECT HAS BEEN APPREHENDED – IT IS SAFE TO COME OUT." I heard a strange voice call. Nobody moved for a few seconds but then everyone moved at once. Everybody came out of their hiding places, I watched as everyone's feet rushed past me, they couldn't get out of here fast enough, and to be honest, I don't blame them. I heard all the panicked voices become more distant, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I stayed where I was, I wasn't ready to move just yet, but the ordeal was over. It's not every day a lunatic with a gun starts shooting at people in a hospital, I was just glad it was over. I saw Fletch walking up the corridor towards me, and I stood up. He's been having a fling with my sister, so if anyone knew where she was it was likely to be him.
"Hey! Have you seen my sister?" I called out to him. His face was panic stricken, I could tell that something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Jac's hurt." He told me.
"Has she fallen over or something?" I asked, not quite grasping the seriousness of the situation.
"She's been shot" Fletch said. His words hung in the air for a few seconds, I didn't know how to respond.
"But she'll be alright?" I whispered in a small, vulnerable voice.
"She's in theatre. They're doing all they can for her." He replied. I nodded. I wanted to go down to the theatre corridor so I could be there when she came out. I went to Darwin and let myself into Jac's office, I took her grey Holby hoodie from her chair and went down to the theatre corridor. I sat with my back against the wall, opposite the double doors to the operating theatre and wrapped myself in her jumper. Everything from the last hour of my life was a blur. My life has been turned upside down. My half-sister, and a bunch of her colleagues had been shot by Frederik, the lunatic son of Mr. H Hanson. I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose her. I've already lost one sister this year. I found myself thinking about the last time I had seen and spoken to Jac…
…I had got the bus straight from college to the hospital where my sister works. I had a feeling that I was in trouble. Jac rarely shouts at me, but she does the disappointed parent look very well, which I think is worse in some ways. I hadn't had a particularly good day at college, so I was not looking forward to being told off by my sister. I walked up to Darwin and let myself into her office. She was sat at her desk doing paperwork. After a couple of minutes, she looked up at me, I took a deep breath and waited for the rant to start.
"I have had a phone call from your college." Jac said. She sounded less than impressed. I stayed silent.
"I do not appreciate being interrupted at work. Do you realise the importance of what I do?" She added. I didn't have anything to say for myself. I could tell she was starting to get exasperated at the fact that I wasn't saying anything.
"I work day in, day out to save people's lives, and when I am elbows deep in a mitral valve dissection, I don't need a woman I don't know calling me & telling me that your behaviour and attitude has been appalling. It's not acceptable." She finished. I could see the disappointment in her face.
"Sorry" I mumbled. I felt like I had let my sister down, and I felt a little bad.
"Sometimes it feels like you've got no respect for me. I don't enforce many rules, but behaving at college and not interrupting me when I am in theatre are some of them. I will not have you go down the same path I did as a teenager." Jac told me. I could tell she was more than a little mad with me.
"You turned out all right" I muttered. I mean, she is a world-renowned surgeon.
"That is beside the point." Jac replied shortly.
"You don't understand anything!" I said, raising my voice to her.
"The feeling is mutual." She muttered back. I stormed out of her office and slammed the door. I was annoyed with her, she didn't bother to ask me why I misbehaved, or if I was okay, she was just more bothered about shouting at me…
I was brought back to reality by the new surgeon, John Gaskell, leaving the operating theatre. I looked up at him.
"How is she?" I asked.
"The next 24 hours will be critical, but I think she will be okay." John told me. I let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Thank you for saving her." I mumbled and half-heartedly smiled.
"Can I see her?" I asked him.
"We're taking her to the ward now, she's still coming around from sedation." John replied. I frowned. After the day I have had, he's not going to let me see my sister.
"Why don't you walk with us to the ward? She should be more with it by then." He suggested. I reluctantly agreed. John disappeared back into the operating theatre and came back out a few minutes later with a team of nurses and doctors who were pushing the bed.
I waited until the bed was next to me, and then put my palm in Jac's.
"I love you." I choked quietly as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Don't get wet and soppy on me." Jac smiled weakly. I smiled, I knew she was okay. I walked next to the bed and held Jac's hand all the way to the ward. When we got there, I sat on the end of the bed, but Jac patted the bed next to her. I crawled up the bed and gently laid next to her so I didn't hurt her and let her put her arm around me.
"I was scared I'd lost you." I mumbled. I couldn't face losing her too. Lots of people may dislike Jac, but she means the world to me.
"There's not anyone else with hair this fierce round here." Jac mocked.
"I'm being serious." I scowled at her. I get so frustrated when she doesn't take me seriously.
"I'm being serious too, these locks require maintaining." She smiled. She was trying to make light of the situation, but sometimes it would be nice if she would be serious.
"Jac!" I grumbled, sitting up and folding my arms. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.
"It's 147 days since Jaz died." I said. I grew up with Jaz, and only met Jac when Jaz started working at Holby City.
"I have just lost one sister, and I've just found you. I'm not ready to lose you just yet." I added.
"Can you just stick to operating on people to save their lives rather than jumping in front of bullets in the future please?" I asked her.
"Okay grumpy" Jac smiled. She patted the bed next to her and I lay back down and snuggled into her. I looked at my phone for the first time since the dramatic events unfolded, it was almost 1am. I must have been sat outside that operating theatre for longer than I thought. I shuffled myself around so I was comfortable, rested my head on Jac's shoulder and settled in for sleep. She kissed my forehead and pulled the blanket up over my shoulders so I was warm. I was woken a little time later by someone entering the room. I think it was Fletch. I decided to pretend to be asleep, Jac kept denying that there was anything between them but I have seen how they act around each other. He will have to undergo the full little sister 3rd degree when Jac finally admits that she likes him. Fletch and Jac chatted for a few minutes, before Fletch decided it was time for him to go to bed.
"I'm going to sleep in the on-call room. You know where I am if you need me." He said. I'm glad Jac has someone looking out for her.
"Would you like me to take your sister? I can find her somewhere more comfortable to sleep?" He offered. I instinctively curled closer into Jac. I didn't want to leave her side.
"Thank you, but I don't think you could prise her off me if you tried. She's lost one sister already, she doesn't want to let me out of her sight." Jac replied.
"It's understandable. But she's strong, like you." Fletch said, and he lent over the bed and kissed Jac on the forehead. I coughed deliberately and sat up.
"Ew. I'm pretty sure there is a 6-foot rule between staff or something. Don't be gross." I scowled at them. Jac laughed at me, it was good to see her smile. She ruffled my hair and I lay back down. We said goodbye to Fletch and he went on his way.
"oh, and I noticed you've stolen my hoodie." Jac mumbled, half asleep. I stole her work hoodie every chance I got, and it really annoyed her. I made an incoherent noise in response, I just wanted to sleep.
"I want it back. I'm not being written off yet? Okay" She added.
"Okay…" I mumbled reluctantly.
"Night night, I love you" She whispered, and kissed me on the forehead.
"Love you." I mumbled back.