This is a story of a little boy who slept through christmas, he awoke on boxing day when all the presents had been handed out, when farther christmas was long gone from the ward, can the staff of Holby turn back time for a day and make his christmas magical?
Christmas is a time for giving, a time to be with ones family, a time for joy and hope, a time where dreams and wishes can come true.
The little boy is terminally ill, he only has one wish, one dream - to get better.
The little boy is not the only one who's days are numbered, Nick too has the same fears about his own future, both the boy and Nick are facing a future that's so unsure.
This experience will teach Nick and the boy a very valuable lesson...
"Mr Jordan please don't leave me" pleaded the boy, the boy was called Jason, 10 years old, he had a brain tumour, he was weak, pale in the face, but still very lively.
"I promise I won't leave you" promised Mr Jordan with a smile on his face.
The boy was having surgery for the 5th time in a year.
Nick couldn't understand how the little lad could cope with it all, all kinds of thoughts went through his mind as he helped wheel the boy to the lift and up to surgery.
"I'll win this time Mr Jordan, when they try and put me sleep I'll get to ten" he said.
Nick laughed, this was a game the pair had played every time the boy needed surgery, normally to evacuate a blood clot on the brain, but this time it was serious, very serious, the boy was about to have part of his tumour removed along with a part of his brain.
"One, two, three... Four..." Nick counted with the boy he normally only got to seven, but this time, he got to nine.
Nick smiled proudly as the little lad drifted off to sleep.
"Sweet dreams mate" he said with a smile "I'll be here when you wake up"
Walking out and back into the lift he placed a hand on his head, he had beaten a brain tumour, well near enough, he had a history, he would have died if it hadn't been for Zoe.
But this little boy had lived with a tumour for years, he had been fighting since the age of 6.
Nick himself compared to that hadn't really fought at all, he had been diagnosed 4 years ago, operated on 3 years ago, and been giving 5 years leaving him a remaining 2.
He shook his head, this poor lad had been ill for so long, had to deal with the sickness, the headaches, the legs giving way for so long yet he wasn't afraid, he was happy.
The lift doors opened and Nick walked out, ignoring his staffs 'hello's' and pleads of 'Spencer me to run a Christmas marathon'
He went back to his office to think.
Sitting down at his Desk he was near to tears, Christmas Eve was soon to come, he had bought the boy a huge water gun for Christmas at this moment he wondered if he would ever have the chance to present him with it.
He sat with the wrapping paper and the gun before him, part of him wished it was a real gun, if it was maybe he could end it all for himself, he shook the thought away and began to wrap the present.
The last few months hadn't been easy, he was feeling sick all the time, was unable to eat, the little boy was all that kept him going.
He made things worth it, the boy was an orphan, his parents died when he was just a baby, and his foster family were useless in Nicks eyes, they should be here supporting him but they were nowhere to be seen.
The minutes seemed like hours and the hours seemed like months.
There was a knock at the door as Nick was pouring himself a third whisky.
"Come" he called as Adam entered the room.
"Jason has just come out of surgery" he informed before leaving.
Nick finished his whisky and made his way to the ward, sitting down next to the bed he held back the tears.
"Hello Jason its all over now" he said with a smile holding the boys hand.
He sat and told the boy stories of the ED, his life, his career and pleaded he would wake up but suddenly the heart monitor started sounding loudly...
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