She peeled back the cheap material to reveal a camouflage of bruising, ranging in colour from the faint yellow, to the deep maroon colour that seemed to be the most prominent.

It was disgusting.

Nobody even acknowledged it, nobody dared to say anything, and just all looked and thought their own dark, sinister thoughts.

Adam, who had been stood at the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do with himself, paled significantly as he saw this, and turned around, his hands on his head, letting out a pained sigh and trying to blink back the tears that had come to his eyes. The next emotion he felt was pure anger- he had a pretty good idea of what had happened. Warren. He didn't know what to do, anger was pumping through him but he couldn't leave Kirsty, however much he wanted to beat Warren to a pulp.

"Ok then, we'd better get on to theatre, there's bound to be some sort of internal bleeding here somewhere..." Mr. Jordan said as he began to feel her abdomen, hardly daring to touch as he didn't want to cause her any more pain.

"There are a couple of cracked ribs here" Mr Jordan said, informing everyone of something they already knew.

"Theatre is on standby, their sending someone down in a minute to assess her" Tess said, returning from her errand, looking down at Kirsty with fresh pity in her eyes. How could she have let this happen, what had happened?

Luckily over the next 5 minutes things began to improve, Kirsty stabilised and her O² levels had improved so much they no longer needed to intubate.

However they had begun to survey her injuries and found a massive array of them, varying in age and severity. They were certain that whatever- or most likely whoever had caused this had intended to do so, this had been no accident.

They were not focusing on that though, much as they wanted to find out exactly what had happened they had to focus on the here and now- she had obviously suffered numerous head injuries with the huge bump they had uncovered under her fringe, an almost fully healed laceration just above her hairline and the gash from that morning, which had reopened due to the fit.

Tess had told them how Kirsty had said she had been ill due to a head injury and that along with the obvious dizziness, nosebleed, fitting and now unconsciousness were certain that they were the priority. It was serious.

Big Mac was called in to wheel her for a CT scan, which Tess and Adam accompanied her to.

Left alone in Resus, as it was luckily quite a quiet day, the sudden wave of horror washed over Zoe and Nick, they couldn't believe what had happened, and all of the questions they had pushed to the back of their minds came back to the forefront.

"Jesus, what's been happening to her?" Zoe said, being the first to dare to say it. She knew Kirsty quite well, wouldn't say that they were best friends but that was just because they didn't have any real interaction out of work, she was a very capable nurse and seemed to be a lovely person.

"Some definite foul play" Nick said with a sigh, she was part of the ED, he should have had noticed and protected her, she was a member of his team. He just hoped she would pull through and that they got the lowlife responsible.

"Well I'd better get onto the Police" he added; surprised it had not yet been done-"page me with her results" he said, before walking out briskly, leaving the Resus doors swinging long after he had left and scowling at the gaggle of staff gossiping on the way; leaving a stressed Zoe in Resus, unsure of what to do . After a moment of internal deliberation she followed the same path Nick had, but instead going to reception to find a patient to take her mind off everything.