Two posts in one day! Well, it's the holidays, it's freezing outside and I have a horrible cold/sore throat, so decided to write some more, enjoy!

"I've got to get over there. Coming?" Sahira held out her hand "I can't..." Jac whimpered, a tear sliding over the curve of her lip "It might be your last chance." "Ok..." Jac nodded placing her hand in Sahira's.

Once Sahira was in theatre Jac sat gingerly on one of the cold hard plastic seats situated a little way down the corridor. The air was humid, and the corridor so silent Jac swore everyone would be able to hear her heartbeat. Shivering she placed her head on her hands, trying to calm herself. Suddenly the eerie silence was broken by the all too familiar beeps, coming from inside the theatre. Jac looked up in panic as she saw Elliot bumbling down the corridor. "Elliot!" she shouted in fear "what's happening? Why are you here? What's gone wrong?" Elliot stopped abruptly "Ms Naylor?" he enquired "what are you doing out here? You should be in there" "I can't..." "You're a consultant." "I..." "Elliot!" Sahira shoved open the theatre door her scrubs covered in blood "I need you, we're losing her." Elliot took one look back at Jac and followed Sahira into the theatre.

As she heard the voices inside theatre rise Jac let out a small moan. She wanted to be in there. She needed to. She looked down at the crumbled photo in her hand. Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. Scrapping back her hair she thrust the theatre doors open. Grabbing some scrubs, she started hastily scouring her hands. "Jac" Sahira shouted at her through the intercom "you can't be in here" "Sahira, I am not going to sit outside while she dies in here. Please let me try." Jac begged as she entered the theatre. "Jac this is against every single rule in the book." Sahira stated "Just let me try, I can do this." Sahira looked warily over at Elliot, and not knowing what was going on he just nodded. Pushing them out the way, Jac started trying to suture the wound. "We're losing her Ms Naylor." "I know!" Jac snapped. "Charging to 100, ready?" "Ready" " Jac shocked Jessica, her blood covered body rising up. "Charging to 200, ready?" "Ready" they waited in anticipation for Jessica to respond, "Charging to 300, ready?" "Ready". "Jac, we should stop" Sahira looked down at Jessica's lifeless body. "No. I am not going to lose her." Jac snapped tearfully and started compressions. After a while Elliot spoke "She's not responding. Ms Naylor, Jac stop." "NO! I've lost her once; I'm not losing her again." Jac started pumping harder "Come on Jessica, don't do this to me. I'm here for you, I'm so sorry I left you. Jessica, mummy's here. I'm here." She cried about to stop, when suddenly "She's back. Jac, you did it!" Sahira grinned at her "Now, please get out of my theatre." Jac nodded tearfully, leaving Elliot to pound Sahira with questions.

Sorry I don't write theatre scenes that well! Anyhow have a fantastic Christmas and thanks for reading!