You really couldn't ask for a better friend than Adam Trueman. Kirsty knew Mr Jordan would probably be mad at him for taking his break early, but he'd stayed with her. Sat with her for fifteen minutes, just chatting and making sure she was alright. He really was great. Eventually, she'd managed to convince him that she was okay to go back to work, but he really hadn't been happy about it, he'd wanted to check her out and find out what was wrong. Kirsty didn't tell him that she already knew. Warren had given her concussion. Last night, he'd pushed her, and she'd hit her head on the kitchen table. There had been blood everywhere, but she'd cleaned it all up by morning, and her cut was carefully hidden by her wild brown hair. It wasn't that she liked deceiving her colleagues. It's not that she didn't want to tell Adam the truth. She just felt that she was doing them all a favour. This was her problem, and they didn't need to be burdened with it. She would be fine anyway, Warren could change. Maybe, Warren would change. She could only hope.


Adam poked his head around the staff room door.

"Hey Kirst" He called upon spotting the young nurse making herself a coffee. "How are you feeling?"

"I've told you Adam, I'm fine." She was slightly irritated at his incessant interest in her wellbeing, but she was trying not to let it show in her voice. The last thing she wanted to do was fight with him.

"Okay. Good." He said. He was still concerned, but he decided to leave it. Kirsty would tell him if something was wrong. "Do you think you could make two coffees?"

"For who?" Kirsty asked with a knowing smile.

"One for you" Adam said tapping her shoulder. "And one for me?"

"I think I could make that happen" she said, winking at him.

Kirsty filled the kettle with water, and they stood together waiting for it to boil.

"Listen, Kirsty, are you sure everything's okay?" Adam asked seriously.

This time she lost it.

"For God's sake Adam!" She shouted angrily. "I. AM. FINE. Am I not getting through to you!"

Adam looked taken aback. "Kirst, I'm sorry, I'm just concerned, I didn't mean-"

"Look, just STOP being concerned. I am not yours to worry about, just stay OUT of my problems!" Kirsty sauntered out of the room and slammed the door.

Adam stood, staring after her.

Seconds later, the door re-opened, and Kirsty ran back in, straight into Adam's arms.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. A single tear trickled slowly down her pale cheek.

"Shhh" Adam said, hugging her tightly "It's gonna be okay."


An hour later, and they were both in cubicles with a patient. A woman of thirty-two, Elizabeth, who'd been involved in a car crash that morning.

"Are you feeling alright?" Adam asked her.

"Yeah, a lot better thanks." She replied.

"Her pulse and BP are back to normal." Kirsty said, glancing at Elizabeth's monitor.

"Alright, we'll transfer you to CDU now." Adam decided.

"Just until we get your test results back." Kirsty added, with a smile.

In came a porter, who wheeled her away, leaving the two colleagues alone.

"I'll go chase up the results." Kirsty offered, and she began to walk towards the cubicle curtain.

She wasn't really sure what happened after that. She took a few steps and everything began to blur. Like before in the staff room, but it was ten times worse. The room spun, as if she was on a roundabout. As she felt unconsciousness approaching, she desperately flung her arm out to grab the something, for support, but her arm couldn't seem to find anything but air. Her legs gave way, and the last thing Kirsty remembered was feeling the pain of her head slamming into the counter. Hard. Then the darkness engulfed her.


I decided to make this chapter a bit longer than the first, so I hope you liked it. I'm not sure if I'm portraying Adam and Kirsty right? I'm open to suggestions, opinions, and general feedback, so please leave me a review! I'll get the next part on here tomorrow, or Tuesday - as I'm on half term, so I have a bit more time during the day for writing/uploading. Thanks for reading! :D