A/N: Hope everyone is enjoying the Easter Break. Thank you for all the reviews and your good wishes - they cheered me up no end. Still grounded for another week but I'm getting there and Tangosalsa, you're very welcome to share my dynamite :-D Hope you're feeling better too. Enjoy.

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He was lost in the whiteness again, only this time something was different. Whereas before he couldn't make anything out it was obvious now that it was some kind of room. There were two doors and he seemed to be standing equidistant from each. One had what he perceived to be a warm glow radiating from it while the other gave no indication of what lay beyond. He remained where he was, uncertain of which way to go… Door number one or door number two? The second smacked of uncertainty while the first… Instinctively, he knew it led to the people he had loved… His beloved grandmother who had always been there for him when he needed her, whether to tend a scraped knee or give advice if he found himself at a crossroads with no idea of which way to turn. He desperately wanted to talk with her now; she'd know what he should do. Taking a few steps in that direction, he felt something pulling him back but he shrugged it off and walked towards the light…

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Not knowing what to do while she waited for news, Sue excused herself and made her way across the road and into the small church she'd noticed when they arrived. Walking along one of the outer aisles, she dropped a few coins into the metal box on the wall and lit a candle, putting it into an empty holder before sliding into one of the pews and kneeling down. A few minutes later there was a cool draft as someone else came in and she glanced surreptitiously over her shoulder to make sure that it was just another passer-by in need of solace and not something more sinister.

Bobby stopped, hesitating for a moment as though he wasn't sure he really belonged there but eventually he took a seat by the exit and bowed his head. Sue wiped her eyes and turned away to give him some privacy, resuming her own prayer and when she'd finished, not wanting to embarrass him, she made a show of standing and lighting another candle, this one on his behalf. When she turned around again he was gone and she walked back slowly to find him outside Jack's room nursing a cup of coffee as though he'd never left.

"Any news..?"

"Nothing..." The Aussie leaned back, resting against the wall and closing his eyes. "Why, Sue… why him?"

It wasn't a question she could find an answer for, so instead she took his hand and squeezed it, grateful to be distracted from her own fears for a few minutes. "He'll get through this. He has to."

"Your mouth to God's ears," He heaved himself up off the chair. "Look, I have to go or I'm gonna be useless at work tomorrow. You'll call me if anything happens?"

"I'll call."

"And you'll be okay here on your own?"

"I'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

She nodded and gave him a small smile. "Go home and get some rest."

"I'll try but I'm not promising anything."

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She'd hardly left Jack's bedside for days, apart from comfort breaks and when Bobby came to visit. Even with her eyes closed, she could still see the blips making their jumpy but rhythmic way across the monitors; it was almost hypnotic yet both comforting and terrifying at the same time. For the first forty-eight hours after they'd brought him back from surgery she hadn't dared look away, barely allowing herself to blink for fear that something might happen and almost convincing herself that she could keep them going by sheer willpower alone.

His life signs had been stable for some time now and the medical team had appeared to be more optimistic on their last visit, so she'd decided to allow herself a short nap, setting her BlackBerry to vibrate and waken her in twenty minutes. Taking his hand in hers again she closed her eyes.

Something woke her before her alarm went off and she immediately checked the screens then glanced around the room, her confusion growing when she realised nothing had changed. Sighing she returned to her vigil, gasping aloud when she found herself looking into bemused brown eyes that were dulled by pain.

"Hi." She reached over to brush the hair from his forehead desperate for some kind of contact to be sure that what she was seeing was real and not just a dream; her tears, never far away, welling up once more.

"Hi." The dryness in his throat made his voice sound hoarse. "What hit me?"

"Excuse me?"

"I hurt all over. I hope you got the licence of the truck." He tried to smile but it turned into a grimace.

"It wasn't a truck."

"A bus, then..?"

"No." She stood up. "I need to let them know you're awake."

"'kay,"

She watched as he drifted back to sleep then went to find the nurse before calling Bobby.

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