Thanks for the lovely reviews everyone, here is a bit more of the story, and if you enjoy it there is more where it came from...
"How's Jac?" Joseph asked, concerned, as he entered ITU bumping into Elliot. "Stable, but still unconscious, it may be a while until she is properly awake. How was the baby?" "Umm she's ok, stable too. A little fighter, she takes after her mother" Then Joseph paused, remember the doctors words, carefully he reported them back to Elliot, waiting to see his response. "Ah... maybe you shouldn't tell Jac that, just yet..." Was all Elliot said, remembering Jac's fragile state. "Of course, anything else happened while I was down with the baby?" Joseph asked out of curiosity. "Well Jac had some visitors, her colleges mostly, though Connie's promised to pop in later today. Does Jac have any relatives we could call, that you know of?" "Her mother, that's all I know of, but they're not close. Her mother abandoned her twice." Joseph paused remembering the time when Jac had come to him for the advice on what to do. He still wished he hadn't advised her to give her the kidney, if he hadn't her mother couldn't have caused her anymore pain. But then again, at least now Jac was in the right, and would never have to live with the fact; her mother had died because of her. Then realising Elliot wanted more information said "Michael would know more than me, probably." "Thanks Joseph" Elliot smiled cheerfully and went off in search of Michael.
A few minutes Elliot came across Michael in the staffroom sipping his normal Americano and pondering over what to do with the kids this weekend. "Michael?" Michael jumped, swinging his feet of the desk and brushing a hand through his hair, before turning round to face Elliot. "Sorry not busy are you?" Elliot asked, and without waiting for a reply sat down on the desk, "Hmm?" Michael took a large sip of the coffee and stared discontented, at Elliot. Seeing his glare Elliot stood up "Sorry" "No, carry on" Michael motioned for Elliot to carry on. "Well, Joseph, I mean Mr Byrne told me you know about Jac's family?" "A little... not exactly a lovely bunch I remember. Well her half-sister seemed ok, and now you mention it, I can still remember her grandfather's address. Maybe I'll give him a call..." "Thanks Michael "Elliot grinned "I'll be on a date with lunch it you need me!"
After Elliot left Michael decided to find Jac's grandfather. Finishing his coffee in one gulp he straitened his tie and went to find his car.
Whilst driving down the A4 Michael thought of taking this journey last year, it was the same situation, almost. Well not really, last year Jac was with him, now she's in hospital and wouldn't be able to move for a while. Thinking of her lying there and looking so small and fragile, made tears form in his eyes, and so viciously he wiped them away. When Michael arrived at the old man's door, he was surprised to see it looked exactly as he remembered it, bracing himself for the difficult task Michael knocked on the door.
It took a while until the door was open and there stood an old frail man "Hello?" He crooned "Can I help you?" "Well..." Michael started until he was interrupted by the old man "I don't want any double glazing, or decorating, and I've signed up to enough charities. I'm not religious either and don't want to be anytime soon..." "I'm not here to sell anything Michael stated, "Then what are you here for?" "I'm a friend of Jac's." "Jac's?" The man sounded very surprised "Yes, I brought her here last year..." "Last year? With Paula?" "Yes, anyhow I thought you would like to know, she's been involved in a serious accident, don't worry she and the baby are stable." "Baby?" The old man's mouth gaped open "Jac has a baby? Well I'd have never have guessed it, she wasn't into playing with dolls when she was young, no, preferred reading or exploring, on her own of course." Michael smiled, that was so like the Jac Naylor he knew. "Well she's in Holby City General, so if you want to pay her a visit, feel free." And with that Michael left the gawping man alone on his doorstep.