The ringing woke Michael from a deep sleep. He felt like he had been asleep for only a few minutes and as he glanced at the alarm clock next to his bed it read 1.38am. It was a London number, but not one he recognised.

"Hello?" He answered groggily, lying on his back with the phone to his ear.

"Hello there, I'm calling from A&E at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital. Whom am I speaking with?" A soft female voice came through the phone.

"This is Michael Scofield," he replied, confused.

"Mr Scofield, I found your number in the call list on a phone from a Sara Tancredi. She was bought in to the emergency department a little while ago, she's been in an accident."

Michael froze momentarily. "An accident? What accident? What's happened? Is she ok?"

"She's been hit by a car. She's stable but critical. Are you a relative or friend?"

"I'm her husband," Michael said instinctively. "I'm on my way, tell her I'm on my way." He hung up and cursed out loud, his head in his hands. How did this happen? She left his apartment and had called a cab, he went to sleep presuming she was back safe at her hotel. Michael threw on the first items of clothing that came to him, grabbed the keys to his grey Audi S5 and raced to the hospital. He charged through the car park and into the reception area of the emergency department.

"I'm here to see Sara Tancredi, I've had a call to say she's been in an accident. I'm her husband." He tapped the desk subconsciously, his insides churning.

"One moment," the lady behind the desk said and got up to find a doctor, Michael presumed. He paced in small circles, unable to keep still. He just wanted to be by his Sara's side, keeping her safe.

"Mr Scofield?" He heard someone call. "We spoke on the phone. I'm Doctor Emma Costa, on call consultant tonight." She offered her hand to Michael to shake; he took it, scared of what would come next.

"How is Sara? I need to see her."

"Come with me," Emma said, leaving him to a relatives room which was empty. "We can placed Sara in a medically induced coma until we assess the extent of possible brain damage."

"Brain damage?" Michael said, his eyes wide.

"There is a possibility that Sara may have suffered some brain damage. While it is not certain, she suffered some head trauma so it is a precautionary measure until we can fully assess her situation. She is having tests and scans and we are doing everything we can."

Michael covered his face with his hands and exhaled, not quite knowing what he should say. Hours earlier they were planning their life, now she was lying, comatose in a hospital bed.

"Will she pull through? Does she have any other injuries?"

"Her left wrist is fractured and she has a couple of broken ribs. She shows no signs of internal bleeding which is good, we are just monitoring her brain activity to hopefully rule out any signs of brain damage. She's in the best hands.' The doctor tried to reassure Michael but all he wanted to do was be by her side. "You are her husband right?"

He nodded, but told Doctor Costa the truth. "I'm her ex-husband. It's a long story, we separated some while back but we are working things out. I never stopped loving her. It was only hours ago we were discussing our future, and now she's in here. I need to be with her, can I see her?"

"Of course."

Emma led Michael to the intensive care unit, silent with the exception of machines.

"Mr Scofield, Ms Tancredi is breathing through a ventilator and has several wires and machines attached to her body. It can be alarming to see a loved one like this but the machines are helping her recovery."

He gasped when he saw her. She looked so small and helpless in the hospital bed and Michael wanted to scoop her up and just hold her. There was a breathing tube down her throat, her wrist was in plaster and wires emerged from her soft skin, which was pale, and porcelain like. Her chest rose and fell, aided by machines.

"Oh Sara," he gasped, his eyes filling with tears. He took her right hand in his and held it. "I'm so sorry, please just be ok. It should be me there, not you. Please, just wake up and tell me this is all a bad dream!"