Charlotte Wolfe begins to slowly open her eyes, realizing she isn't too certain where she is. Last she knew, she was set to perform at a party with her bandmates, but doesn't remember actually playing anything. She remembers the crowd. The large windows and the beautiful candlelit pool. Her glass bottle of ale in her hand, she was on her second. She tries to talk, realizing there's something in her mouth. A tube.

Bernie moves closer to her daughter's face, "Charlie...don't talk. Just relax." She obtains gloves from an overhead box before removing the seal of the tube from her mouth, "Just breath out and cough." She waits for a moment before pulling the long tube from the young woman's throat. "Very good. Deep breaths." She takes the oxygen respirator from the wall, holding it to her mouth. "I'll get you a cannula in a second. Just keep sucking on that."

"You're home." Charlie holds the apparatus in her hand, watching her mother with a slight smile, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, sweetheart." The blonde manages to find a cannula in one of the drawers, connecting it to the tube and hooking it around her ears. "Gave us all a scare there."

"Got you back home." She blinks her heavy lidded eyes, watching her mother. "You'll stay?"

"Of course." Bernie leans down to kiss her daughter's brow, glancing to her watch. She moves to the foot of her bed, documenting the time she regained consciousness and had her breathing tube removed within her patient files, knowing she'd key them in later or have someone else type them in.

Charlie begins to lift her arms a little, noticing the tattoos adorning them. "What is all this?" She asks quietly, not recognizing the amount of work she's had done. "Oh look, a Wolfe." She breathily chuckles to herself, "I get it. Did you see it, Mum?" She turns an arm over, "Flowers...stars...words...quotes..." She holds one out, "Do you see, Mummy?"

The older woman studies her daughter, realizing something wasn't completely normal. "Your Dad is here. Stepped out for a moment for some fresh air. Serena will be back soon as well. I sent Cameron home...not to London, of course. He's going to stay at Serena's with me until he needs to go home."

"Who is Serena?" She furrows her brow, confused. "Why can't I feel anything?"

Bernie licks her lips, "You were hurt pretty badly...very badly. You have some pain management running through your IV." She nods, "Serena is um..." She pauses, "Let me call in the Neuro specialist to follow up with you."

"No, Mum, just...just stay here." Charlie reaches a hand toward her mother, "I want to hear about your last trip. Did you take a plane back here? A helicopter?" She smiles slightly, wincing, "I just want to go home. To you and Dad and Cam. Just...just, my room."

She bites her lip, taking a seat on her bed, "Sweetheart, how old are you?" Her head tilts to the side.

"I'm...fourteen. You said you were only going for a couple weeks, but...you were gone for a month this time...I think. About a month, right? I...it's been a long month." Her voice turns quiet, "Dad's been working and...Cam and I kind of..." She falls silent, watching her mother's worried face, "I'm wrong, aren't I?"

Bernie nods, studying her daughter, "You were at a party where things happened and it seems you were thrown into a pool from a first floor balcony, only to hit your head on the edge of the pool. You suffered something called a decompressed skull fracture which...needed to be reconstructed."

"What about...this stuff..." Charlotte motions to her side, which she could feel odd sensations coming from, "Cut up?"

The blonde smiles a little, "Something like that, but we're going to work on all of it together." She takes hold of her daughter's hand, "And I'm sure that, with therapy, everything will begin to come back to you." Bernie watches her, "just know, I'm not going anywhere."

"You're wearing scrubs again...Holby City Trauma Consultant. When did that happen?"

"Let's wait until your Dad gets back-"

"And who is Serena?" Charlie watches her mother intently, "You speak of her as if I should know her." Her breath increases, obviously the unknown is causing her a bit of distress.

"Okay, calm down." Bernie shakes her head, removing her mobile from her pocket to message her family, including Serena, to tell them the girl had awoken. She uses her other hand to rub the young woman's forearm, "Dad should be in any moment. Cam will be by in the morning, I'd bet."

"Just answer the question, Mum. Who is she?"

She swallows, standing. Bernie folds her arms, just watching her daughter, "Let's wait for your father."

"I just want to understand what the hell is going on." Charlie glares toward her mother, "I want to know what happened and why my bloody head hurts and why you're being so secretive. I want to know who Serena is and why I'm here...and how I got here. What could I have possibly done to get myself stabbed and thrown from a building?"

Marcus could hear the young woman from outside the door, telling one of the nurses to obtain the consultant and be ready to sedate her. He pushes into the room, smiling a bit toward his daughter, "Char, you're awake." He says happily, attempting to lighten the room a bit. "How are you feeling?"

Charlotte stares toward the man, "You're...you have gray in your hair." She hears her mother begin to chuckle, not really understanding why, "I'm...my head hurts."

"Well, she believes herself to be fourteen." Bernie glances to her husband, eyes widened a bit, "Just...think about that for a second."

2010. Bernie was home more. She mostly raised the children as teenagers. She loved every second of it. They were happy. Marcus felt himself begin to nod slowly, "Just a few years off." He grins broadly, happy to see his daughter awake and speaking, "I'm just glad you've opened those beautiful brown eyes."

"Happy to keep standards low." Charlotte winces again, "my head...really hurts." She notices her mother reach over her, pressing her call button. "I have tattoos and...lots of tattoos." She groans, "My head. Please...please, it hurts." She wants to bring her hands to her head, but can tell she couldn't when each one of her parents take hold of a hand. "Please."

Ric Griffin enters the ITU room, nurse in tow, smiling when he notices the young woman has awakened, "Charlotte, hello. Good morning." He offers her a slight smile, "So good to see you awake."

"She's having some head pain." Bernie nods to her coworker and friend, "Any chance Roxanna is still available?" She knows he would be able to see the distress on the younger woman's face.

"I'll look into that for you." Ric nods, glancing to the nurse next to him, "Let's do Five CCs of Diazepam." Looking back to the young patient in the bed as the nurse rushes out, "Charlotte, I'm Ric Griffin. I've taken over for Serena until she returns in a few hours, but I'm sure she'll love to hear that you're awake."

"Who the hell is Serena?" Charlie calls out, to no one in particular. She feels herself begin to slip away, her body beginning to convulse, her eyes rolling back into her head. Really, it was doing more harm than anything and not just because of her sutures around her head, but the ones on her torso. The blood on her gown showing she's at least burst one of them.

"Okay, all hands off." Ric calls, removing the pillow from under her head. It isn't a terribly violent seizure, luckily. He accepts the syringe from the young nurse when she brings it back, "Get me another five of the same." He injects it into her line, realizing he's going to need to sedate her a bit more. "Okay, Charlie. Everything is going to be just fine." It's only a moment before another dosage is brought in for him. He notices the young woman's convulsions drop considerably, until they finally stop, "There we go. Very good, Charlotte. Go ahead and take a nap if you'd like."

Marcus shakes his head, turning toward the wall. He hates seeing his children ill, but the most it's ever really been was that time Norovirus went through the house. Cam had brought it home and it seemed to sweep through them all. Never anything that was serious and in the hospital. Not until Bernie was airlifted home those few years ago. Never his children. "This is so much harder than I thought it would be."

Bernie bites her lip, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Brain injuries often are." She rounds the bed, standing where she was prior, "There were many, many brain injuries due to IEDs while in Kandar." She swallows, shaking her head slowly, "It never gets easier to see...especially knowing there's no real way to fix it except patience...and time."

Ric checks the young woman's vitals, replacing the pillow under her head. "I'll look into Roxanna for you, but...Charlotte mostly just needs the rest. You both know that."

"I'm not about to leave my daughter." The blonde mumbles, shaking her head. "I promised her that I wouldn't."

"We can take turns. Shifts." Marcus offers.

"I promised her." Bernie says again, "I'll sleep at her bedside if I need to, but...I'm not going anywhere. She was so relieved to see me. She...she thinks we're still together, if you can imagine. Thinks we're one...big happy family. She thinks she's bloody fourteen years old." She slowly sinks to her chair, "I didn't have the heart to tell her that she was, in fact, twenty-two and that we've been divorced for just over two years." She falls quiet just for a moment, "I wanted to wait for you."

The man nods slowly, "Thank you, Bernie." He knows it was probably a lot for his ex to do, considering he didn't afford her the same luxury. Marcus moves back over to his daughter, working together was so much easier than to constantly be angry with this woman.

Ric finishes his assessments, "Press the button if there are any changes." He nods toward the parents before leaving the room, leaving them alone in their thoughts.