Author's Note: Here's chapter 3, sorry it took so long. Had a major case of writers-block-itis, which I am still recovering from and experiencing symptoms of but I hope I'm on the mend now! Please review even if you think it sucks. But make sure you tell me why :) Love you! xox

Disclaimer: I own nothing but wish I had Nina's imagination so I could imagine I did!

Chapter 3

The next few hours were a blur for Patrick, with only certain parts of it registering in his dazed state. The doctors working on Nina's bloody, lifeless body. Them wheeling her away, causing him to get upset, but to calm down again when the informed him that she needed some scans done. Being asked if she had any allergies, "Only pethidine". Martin and Cherie arrived sometime after being informed upstairs. Billy, Mick, Darcy and Geraldine rushing in while she was still having scans and panicking when they saw her not there and the nurses cleaning up the blood on the floor. They wanted to know what happened. Of course they did. But what the hell happened? Not even Patrick could understand it. The doctor came at some point and said she needed surgery on her brain and abdomen and if she could handle it, her ankle. It had taken him a little bit to understand when the doctor said that it might be a good idea, if they were up for it, for the family to see her before they had to take her. That was when Patrick started to walk. He had to get out of there. He knew what the doctor was saying. Say goodbye because she might not make it. But he couldn't do that. He couldn't stand Nina dying.

That was why he ended up here, sitting in a corridor, off one of the hospitals many wards. All he could do was, yet he didn't want to think. How could this happen? He had only just seen Nina. She just drove him here. Oh God. She wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for him. He did this to her. Why did he have to go to her place and act like a jerk? Wait, he wouldn't have gone there if she hadn't come to his place. If they hadn't…. Patrick couldn't help but smile thinking about what happened that afternoon. Was it really only a few hours ago? It felt like a week.

"I didn't think I'd find you smiling" Martin remarked after walking up the corridor unnoticed, causing Patrick to jump, then wince from the pain in his shoulder. Martin observed this. "You really should have that sorted out. Here, I got an Intern to get us coffee"

"Thanks and I'm fine. Nina looked after it" Patrick replied firmly, as he took his cup with his good arm.

"I'm sure she did a perfectly acceptable job on it. But you at least need a sling and something for the pain. Isn't that the whole reason Nina drove you here? Martin stated, as only he could. "Seems a bit daft on your part to ignore that"

"This whole things daft on my part" Patrick mumbled.

"Anyway, there's nothing that you are achieving by just sitting there. Get yourself fixed up while she's otherwise engaged. Then you can give her all the attention you please" Martine continued. "Or else I will have to have you admitted for being mentally unstable."

"Bit rich coming from you" Patrick joked half-heartedly glancing at Martin, then looked into his coffee. "Nina would love that, first her husband institutionalised and then her boyfriend following suit."

Patrick didn't see Martin look at him sympathetically or him shake his head as he mouthed the word "Boyfriend" silently. Out loud he said "Well? What's it to be?"

"Ok, let's get this over and done with. At least then I can get you off my back!"