A couple of hours had passed, and they were now back in the warmth and security of The royal. There was nothing more Gordon could do now, except wait. He walked the familiar corridors in complete daze, ignoring everyone else, nothing else mattered to him anymore. He had no real sense of direction, taking him all over the hospital. He wondered over to the maternity ward, and stood outside, peering in through the tiny window. He watched all the happy families, mothers cradling their little bundles of joy. Watching them, the smiling faces bringing tears to his. He daren't walk over to the operating theatre, for pure fear of what he might find. He stayed, and it was there that he felt a hand on his shoulder. He froze, until they spoke.

"Doctor?" He turned, and saw Sister Brigid standing behind him, smiling awkwardly.

"You ok? Dr McCawley's been looking for you." She said, waiting for his response. She looked down, and noticed that there was blood on his arm.

"There's blood on your arm. Would you like me to...?" She asked.

"No it's fine. It's not mine sister." He paused, turning and looking back into the ward. He finished

"It's hers", He smiled awkwardly, his hands now visibly shaking.

"Look, maybe you should sit down. It'll be a while yet" She said, struggling to find the right words to say.

"Do you know where he is?" Gordon asked.

"He's in his office" And with that Gordon walked off, the daze returning, like a bubble shielding him from the outside world.

He stopped as he reached the point where the two corridors met. He simply didn't know which way to go next. One way would take him to his office, the other would lead him to Jill. Voices in his head told him to continue and go to see what James wanted, others told him to give in and go to Jill, knowing that he'd be little use to her. He decided to go and see what James wanted, thinking that they will come and find him when it's all finished. Going in reluctantly, he saw James sitting on his chair, putting a tissue back into his pocket.

"You were looking for me?" Gordon asked, sitting down opposite him.

"Yes. Thought you might like the company" James suggested, placing the half empty box in the middle of the desk.

"Thanks. Look I want to thank you. You were amazing back there. "

"No worries. If you hadn't been there, supporting her and shouting at me, I would have floundered. Look I'm here if you want to... talk"

"Thanks. I wonder how she's doing" He asked, the bubble slowly disappearing.

"She's in the best hands. They'll be fine" James said, his smooth american tones providing a comfort. He continued.

"You two must be overjoyed, about the baby" James asked, trying to help.

"Yes, we are. Over the moon about it all. Jill's really looking forward to being a mum. I know she'll be great. A natural" Gordon said, smiling for the first time that afternoon. He looked up at the clock, which hung in one corner.

Coming up to three hours. How much longer?? She's fighting. Like I always know she would. But what is it they say... no news is good news... right?? Could mean there's complications, or the problem is more complex than they first thought. But it means she's fighting. Fighting with every ounce of strength she has left. And Mr Rose and David won't let her give up. They're going to help her win this fight.

There was a knock on the door, and Matron entered. She looked unusually happy, and she came with news.

"Doctor Ormerod.. it's your wife. She's just come out of recovery, and she's in a side room for now. Mr Rose has kept her sedated for a while, let her have a rest. But I can happily say that both mother and baby are doing fine" She said, Gordon smiling, thanking them and rushing out, desperate to see her. He looked through the window, and saw her lying there, tubes everywhere.

She's ok! They both are. And I'm not going anywhere...