Everything happened so fast after that. Body guards surrounded her. One held her up, while the others formed a protective circle around her, trying to push passed all the journalists trying to jump them and trying to get pictures of her. Fighting their way through the people, they finally managed to reach the private section. Pushing Tia through first as the others were busy trying to control the riot. The lawyer was sure that she wasn't hit too badly, since she wasn't falling into unconsciousness but the pain was unbelievable; which in a way was also good because it meant that she wasn't suffering from shock. Finally, the guard that was helping her to stand up right slowed down and sat her down on a random seat.

"We need a medic here!" The man shouted to someone in the distance. It wasn't until he spoke, that Tia was able to focus properly and recognise who it was.

"I… hope they didn't get… that on camera." She smiled weakly at Briar, taking deep breathes and finding it difficult to speak clearly. The detective just shushed her up and shouted again for a doctor to hurry up, while he applied more pressure to her wound. Finally, three guys surrounded her, two of them were paramedics and the third a woman wearing a white coat was probably the company's doctor. All of them pushed Briar away as one of the men picked her up and placed her on a carrier. The guy stepped away, allowing room for the doctor to move in but still was close enough to help make her comfortable and adjust the oxygen mask on her face. The doctor had the needle out and ready as she injected morphine into her skin to dull the pain. As they lifted her up, Tia reached out and grabbed on to the detective's wrist. "Make sure Connor's okay?" She asked before the connection was broken when the paramedic's carried her away and in to the back of the vehicle. All Briar could do was watch helplessly as they slammed the back doors and whisked her off to the hospital.

When she woke back out she found herself in a hospital room with her left shoulder feeling strangely stiff. Sitting up, she found her clothes gone and replaced with the paper white dresses you would normally get from hospitals. She guessed she must be on strong doses of morphine because she didn't feel a thing from her shoulder and only having a little trouble moving her it. Sitting upright, she took in the blank room around her. Grabbing the control beside her she pressed the giant red button that sat in the middle of it. It was only a second later that a nurse came walking in.

"It's nice to see you awake Miss de Medic." The old woman smiled as she came to check Tia's vitals. The patient sat their quietly, allowing the woman to inspect her injury and asking her a few question. A few minutes later the doctor finally walked in, looking a little fluster, in fact it almost looked like he had run a marathon to reach her.

"Sorry Miss de Medic, I got stuck with another patient…"

"It's alright doctor." She tried to calm the poor man down. He obviously hadn't been working as a doctor for very long just by looking at how nervous he was; not to mention how young. While the doctor examined her after the nurse, Tia did her best to try and comfort him, just talking normally about normal stuff. Finally, his tense muscles began to disappear and he relaxed. It was quite strange to be acting like this; wasn't the doctor meant to be the one in control. Though as time went by she kept checking the clock and soon she was becoming anxious. It wasn't late but she wanted to get home. She was sure by now that the footage of herself being shoot had been replying for the last three hours now and she wanted to get home and let everyone know she was okay. Resisting the urge to be impatient, she waited for her results.

"Well you should be able to go home but if you fill any dizziness or any pain please come and see me, until then I'll see you in a week for a check-up and here's and prescription for painkillers you can pick up at the chemist." He ordered her sounding like a proper doctor for once. Handing her the forms she would needed, she signed the papers and was led out of the hospital where Thran was waiting for her.

"You know if you wanted some attention all you had to do was ask." He joked and with her good arm, Tia punched him playfully in the arm but there was enough firmness in it just to make a point to him.

Tia had to force herself to remain in the car until it had parked properly, instead of leaping out of the car mid-drive when she saw the glow of her living room window. Even though it was late, she was not surprised to see a small head staring out the window, searching the streets for someone. Thran came and opened the passage door for her and helped her out of the car. Despite the fact that she really didn't need this kind of treatment it was nice to be the one looked after for a change. Looking back at the window she saw her son was gone, probably waiting by the door ready to leap on her when she came in; she was right. The door was barely opened an inch when the boy shoot out and secured himself around her leg as tightly as he could. With her good arm she swept him up and held him tight. She kissed him firmly on the head and held her son close. It was only when she held the small child that she realised how close to death she could have been earlier and that she could of lost Connor; the bright light in her life. The shield that she had built up to protect herself with nearly crumbled. But at the last minute she was able to pull herself together again before anyone saw.

Shifting the boy on to her good side, Tia took in the scene around her. Sonny and D'jok stood back together in the hall way, trying their best to seem normal but it was hard to shift the worried looks of their faces, especially D'jok who had never been very good at lying.

"I'm starving! You guys wanna order take out!" Tia smiled and moved around the house like she normally did. What else could she do? Act all weak in front of her son and make him more worried than he already was! He was only three years old. But no matter how normal or confident she attacked around him the boy still clung to her like he was holding on for dear life; like any second she would just disappear into thin air. Thran followed her into the house, carrying in her belongings like a good gentlemen. The other two men were a little put off by how causal she acted and did not know what to do. Taking the lead, Tia made her way towards the kitchen and took one of the menus from the fridge and made a swift call to the pizza place down the road. Extra-large meat feast without the onion; Tia hated onions. Really she should have sent her son to bed since it was way passed his bed time but she wanted to keep her with him for just a little longer. Besides, he was so hyper that she thought right now it would be impossible to put him to bed.

Over dinner hardly anything was said between the adults. There was some small talk between Thran and Tia for a while but then he got called away on some wedding emergency. Despite Connor's protest, the three year old soon became tired and on Tia's instance that she was okay, helped dressed him for bed and after reading three different Robin Hood adventures finally got him to fall asleep. Making her way back into her office and switched on her lap top. Nothing! No updates, no second lab results and no notes from any eye witnesses. Sighing deeply she turned the machine off. She guessed now was not the good time to start work again, plus, her arm was starting to ache slightly. Creeping her way passed the living room were D'jok and Sonny currently resigned, Tia quietly made her way upstairs and did her best to get herself ready for bed with a busted shoulder. Downing a pain killer and a glass of water, she slid into bed and fell straight to sleep.

She was woken up again by the sound of someone sniffling. At first she thought it was just her imagination but then as the sound became clearer, her ears picked them up as a child's. Suddenly, Tia's motherly instincts kicked in and she sat up alert in her bed, to see her young son standing by the door, clearly debating with himself whether he should come in or not. Sitting herself up into a comfortable position she looked at her son. His face was half covered in darkness from her room, hiding how he felt, while the light from the hall way made the tears on his face glitter.

"Hey little guy." She smiled at her son warmly. "Did you have a bad dream?" In response the boy nodded, still too upset to be able to choke up on his own worlds. "Do you want a hug?" The boy wasted no seconds scrambling on to the bed and curling up on his mum's lap. Tia couldn't help but giggle a little at her boy's actions before scooping him up with her good arm and holding him tight towards her. Trying to comfort him, she began to sing a lullaby she used to sing to him when he was little and rocked him gently back and forth. But soon she began to feel tired and was having trouble comforting her son. It must be the pain killers, Tia thought as she carefully placed Connor on the pillow beside her, the last thing she wanted was to drop the poor boy. The effort to preform that small action seemed to much as sweat began dripping down her forehead. I need a glass of water! She told herself and forced herself off the bed towards her bathroom. But it seemed like gravity had suddenly doubled as she had to work harder to lift her feet and move them forward. By the time she reached the bathroom she was panting heavily. As she grabbed the glass from the sink it instantly slipped from her grasp and smashed on to the floor. She had to grip on to the sink to stop falling on to the floor.

"Mummy!" She heard Connor frantic call from the bed room. Tia wanted to shout back that she was fine and would be there in a second. But her ability to speak had disappeared when she began to vomit. What was going on? She had been shot in the arm not hit by a poison dart. Panic rose in her chest and somehow could not calm herself down. She felt herself slipping away and felt herself falling. She braced herself for the hard impact but just as she was going to hit the floor something caught her.

Tia woke up with the worse headache. Did I go out drinking or something last night? Tia tried to think to herself as she pushed herself off the bed, only to be met with a sharp pain in her shoulder. Now she was confused, she couldn't remember how any of this had happened. Letting her heavy head sink back into the softness of her pillow, the woman closed her eyes again, trying to let some of the dizziness fade away for another attempt. After what seemed like an eternity, Tia was able to get rid of some of the weights in her head and tried again to sit up. This time she was much more successful and was able to push herself up into a sitting position. At least she was in her room, that was a good sign and she didn't see any guy hanging around the place or the fact she was not naked. Why do I feel so terrible? The thought stuck in her head until she looked down and saw her bandaged shoulder. Well I remember that, she wondered, slowly reminisce about the attack on her life. To ease some of the burden of her heavy head, she learnt forward and rested her head on her knees.

"Hey! You're up." D'jok voice echoed from the door way. Looking up she smiled at him; it was nice to see a familiar face. "Head still ringing like a church bell."

"How do you know?" Tia questioned as her friend moved in and sat beside her beside her. Swiping something of the table, he flipped Tia's medication in his hand and checked the white label.

"Warning! Side effects may cause headaches, sickness, muscles failure, faintness, vomiting and hallucinations especially if effected by stress." D'jok read out, giving the lawyer a knowing look. Oh shit! The woman thought to herself and tried to look the other way. It was all starting to come back to her now, the difficulty to move, the vomiting and then blacking out; at least she hadn't be hallucinating, the last thing she wanted was to see Santa Claus coming out the toilet. "Here I brought you some lunch." He offered and handed her a plate with a sandwich.

"Thank you." She spoke quietly and took the food from him.

"Now I don't know how to make pasta bake but I can make a mean cheese and cucumber sandwich." He smiled and even though she wasn't feeling a hundred per cent, Tia could not help but laugh.

"Where's Connor?" She asked, suddenly remembering him as she bit down into her food.

"Thran pick him up to take him to the nursery, he'll be glad to find out that you're okay." He smiled sympathetically at her and patted her hand. When his hand touched hers she had to use all her strength not to suddenly tear her hand away, it was like he was sending a bolt of lightning through her. After a while she slowly retrieved her hand and used it to place her finished plate on the bedside table, so it wouldn't seem weird.

"Tia…" D'jok paused as he tried to think of the next words her said. Uh oh! She thought, a little worried about this sudden change to the atmosphere. When the red head ever paused to actually think over what he was saying then you knew that it was important. "Dad doesn't want you defending him anymore."