A/N: just a massive thank you for the support of all my reviewers, I love all you guys and I have amended my spelling mistake :P. Also another massive shout out to rhirhi73
He had one arm round her shoulders; the other hooked under her legs in seconds, her head was limply resting against his chest. "Sahira" he called gently to her as he rushed to the nearest bed "Sahira, can you hear me?" he called again, more urgently this time as he carried her swiftly through the doors towards the ward. "Come on Sahira" he pleaded with her as he all but sprinted past Jac, she immediately followed him when she noticed the unconscious woman in his arms.
He laid her on the bed, her boots making wet marks streaked with dirt on the pristine sheets. Jac crashed through the doors seconds after him, as he was straightening her out, her eyes widened in shock as she noticed who she was. "Sahira" she said simply before descending upon her in a flurry of lights, pokes, prods and questions aimed in the general direction of Greg "what happened?" she demanded as she checked her pulse "I don't know I was just going to say hello when she puked and collapsed" he told Jac in his sing-song Irish accent. "How was she looking before the collapse?" this was asked whilst she shone a light in Sahira's eyes. "A bit pale I suppose..." he stammered out, the adrenalin that had been coursing through his veins moments earlier was now replaced with undiluted fear.
He stood there rooted to the spot, he felt like crying laughing and breaking down all at once, Jac noticed his weaknesses, and stopped expertly examining her colleague to go and berate him.
"Here, she is not your friend, or whatever it is you two have going on" Jac scolded him. "She is a patient and it is your job to fix her!" Jac all but screamed at him and stormed out the room. The door slammed shut behind her with a jarring crash that caused the whole ward to fall silent, Greg rushed after her, intent on finding out the source of her illness "Jac-" he called. But Ms. Naylor was one step ahead of him; she swirled around in one fluid motion, her ginger hair swinging around her back and her green eyes flashing menacingly. Greg suddenly felt a little afraid of the dominating woman stood in front of him, and had a fleeting thought to return to Sahira's room.
"She's fine" Jac told him coldly "Just wait until she wakes up then run a tox screen and all the normal tests you would perform on someone that has just fainted. I trust you know what they are Dr. Douglas." She finished before whipping back around and stalking into the bustling corridor and melting away into the crowd until just a small flash of orange was visible. Greg did the same and pushed his way back into Sahira's side room.
He looked upon her with sadness. She was like a broken doll dumped onto the floor by a bored child. Her cheeks had lost almost all colour, her hat had fallen to the floor when he had laid her down and her hair, now wet from melted snow, was splayed messily on the pillow beside her. The boots were shiny with water, and the once immaculate sheets were streaked with water and mud. Greg finally raked his eyes up to her face, and his heart seemed to freeze. Her eyes were closed, hiding the dark circles that burned like coals. She was deathly pale, even her lips seemed to have gone white, and one of her arms was hanging over the edge of the hospital bed. Greg moved towards her, intending to give her a little dignity by removing her shoes and coat, when her eyes opened slowly and groggily, she dragged herself with difficulty to her elbows. She mumbled something incoherently, and opened her eyes wide, waiting for the world to swim into focus.
When it finally did she drank in the image of Greg Douglas greedily, thankful that he had been the one to witness her little episode of sickness. Her legs swung down over the side of the bed and she jumped unsteadily to her feet, she swayed a little then blinked a few times and went to leave the room.
"Hey Sahira." He called, grabbing her by the arm and swinging her around "you can't go yet. We need to run some tests" he reasoned levelly, but she could hear the slight fear in his voice and scoffed.
"I'm over worked, tired and not eating properly, I promise I'll take some time off, sleep 12 hours a day and eat a balanced meal 3 times a day." She replied before leaving the room. He caught her again by the arm "at least let me call your... husband" he managed to choke out "I really don't want you driving" he told her honestly, looking her straight In the eyes, there was silence for a long moment, before she nodded mutely and stumbled towards the staff room to lie down on the couch in there.