Jacob put his foot down on the exhilarator in an attempt to keep up with the ambulance ahead of him. He was basically tailgating the vehicle, but he was running on adrenaline, still trying to work out what the hell was going on. He had been thrown into the situation without anything being explained. From what he had gaged, Connie had little to no idea that her Daughter was back in the country, and she certainly didn't know that Sam was dating again, or indeed was expecting another child. Then there was Sam himself, a man of class. It was evident what Connie had seen in him all those years before. He wasn't a bad looking guy, liked to look after himself and to treat himself, dressed in a smart suit, his hair swept over to one side. He was everything that Jacob wasn't.

"You're not what I was expecting" Sam suddenly spoke. Jacob glanced away from the road momentarily, trying to work out what Sam was thinking.

"And what were you expecting? Someone more like you?" He answered back, a smug grin forming on his lips. Sam sighed and shifted in the passenger seat, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands. He had spoken with a tone that he hadn't meant to. He was simply trying to get to know the man who would surely be involved in his Daughter's life. He wasn't trying to judge, although he was pretty surprised by Jacob's appearance.

"Sorry, it's just her track history is somewhat particular. Consultants, Managers…" Sam started.

"And I'm just a Nurse right?"

"No, but you obviously mean a hell of a lot to her" Sam said honestly.

"How'd you figure that one?" Jacob asked sceptically.

"Because she told me about you" Jacob went to open his mouth but quickly slammed on the brakes of Connie's beloved Mercedes. He braked just in time, narrowly avoiding ploughing into the back of the now stationary ambulance. The pair realised they had stopped outside of the hospital, they had literally driven in auto pilot.

"Do you mind…?" Sam signalled to Grace who sat quietly in the back of the car, sucking on her thumb as she looked round worriedly.

"Na, mate. I'll keep an eye on Grace, you go be with Carla" Sam smiled before nodding gratefully and jumping out of the car. He dashed off towards the back of the ambulance which now had its doors open. Connie was still straddling Carla's body, although now Carla was intubated, and Dixie was pumping on the bag that was providing the woman's body with oxygen.

"Jacob, is Carla going to be ok?" A small voice croaked. Jacob turned around in his seat and looked at the young girl.

"Your Mum is going to do everything possible to make sure that Carla is ok"

"You promise?" Grace had unbuckled her seatbelt and was leaning through the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat. Jacob placed a hand on the little girls shoulder and smiled gently.

"I promise. Your Mums a superhero you know"

"I'm eight and a half, not three. I know superheroes don't exist" Grace stated matter of factly. It was clear that she got her attitude from her Mother, always seeming to know best. She was wise beyond her years" And now Mummy and Daddy are arguing again" Grace sighed. Clearly she was used to this behaviour from her parents, who stood beside the ambulance, animated in conversation. Connie had a hand on her hip, and a scowl on her face. Sam reached out to touch her shoulder but she shifted from him.

"They do this a lot then?" Jacob queried. Grace nodded.

"All the time" Grace exaggerated with a roll of her eyes. Jacob looked back to the pair. Connie ran a hand through her long dark curls, whilst her other hand rested against her abdomen. She looked tired. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat and her cheeks were flushed. She actually looked unwell.

"Come on, let's get you inside" Jacob insisted as he slid his seatbelt off and opened up the car door. He remained mystified by Connie's behaviour, suddenly remembering how she had been before they had raced off. She had been distant and vague. In his heart he knew something was up, he just had to find out what.

"She's stable…. Sat's have improved" Charlie announced as he looked up at Carla's vitals. Connie stepped back from the trolley relieved. She was exhausted after seven rounds of CPR. She could feel her blouse sticking to her skin, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Good, right, well…" Connie momentarily forgot what she had been about to say, instead just looked blankly at Charlie. Charlie reached out a hand encouragingly and placed it on her shoulder.

"I'll get everything sorted down here. Go and take a break, you look like you need it" Charlie advised. He too had noticed the exhaustion on Connie's face and knew that she needed a break before she collapsed in the middle of resus.

The brunette puffed out her cheeks before releasing the breath she had held. She nodded before spotting a fan that had been plugged in over the other side of resus. She tottered over there and got up close. The air was cooling against her skin, although she still felt as though she were about to pass out.

"You sure you're ok?" Charlie frowned as he appeared behind Connie. Connie waved him off.

"I'm fine, just a little hot… isn't it hot in here" She mumbled over the sound of the fan. Charlie was in fact freezing and had been for the majority of the day. The heating had broken within the department and Hansen was yet to call in the relevant contractors to fix it. In fact Charlie was shivering as the fan blew cold air over his skin.

"Connie?" Charlie asked with concern as the brunette gripped the counter before her, wincing in pain. Before he could do or say anything else, she was plummeting to the floor, her eyes closing as she fell against the floor, creating a heart wrenching smack as her body met with the floor.

"Connie?" Charlie cried as he raced to be beside her. He bent down and placed a hand against her forehead. She was burning up quickly. She felt clammy to touch.

"Can I have some help here?"