Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Casualty, or anything else you recognize. I'm not the BBC (British Broadcasting Company).

DennisDaMenace x

AdamPOV

The reporter who I found on the car park had been harassing me and Kirsty for about ten minutes.

"Come, on love! I want a few words off both of you and one picture is that too much to ask?" he kept saying.

Kirsty allowed him to talk to her for five minutes and I did the same. He asked me how I knew what it was and I told him the story.

#Flashback#

"St. Andrew's to Holby 3005, over. We're going to have to tell you what to do, because we can't come to you." The voice said. The man sounded firm but gentle. "Do you have any scissors or a knife that you could cut the carpet with?"

"Yeah, there should be a vegetable knife in the drawer, Kirsty could you fetch it for me?" I asked.

"Sure." She strode over to the kitchenette and started rooting through the dishwasher for the knife. "This it?" she asked me.

"Just the job!" I replied, taking it from her with great care. My eyes were glassy with fear, and I started to slowly cut away the material.

#End Flashback#

KirstyPOV

The reporter had asked us both 'how we did it', and now was trying to arrange us for a photo.

"Can we have Adam at the front an Kirsty at the back?" he asked both of us.

I wheeled Adam from the wall, and helped him to fix his hair. "You're such a girl, you know!" I laughed.

"Well, I want to look my best!" he joked. I put my hands on his shoulder, but as I did, I saw Warren looking on from the corner.

He had the same look that he gave Adam in RESUS on his face, again, and was staring dead-on at us.

I looked at the camera and smiled when he told me to. The reporter showed us the photo, which was surprisingly good, and then said thanks. "Right, so that's me done. See you later..."

The reporter started to walk away, and I and Adam hailed for a taxi.

"Hey, do you want a lift?" the reporter asked. I nodded.

"Thanks. Look, sorry if I was a bit of a cow earlier, but... I've had a hard day that's all..." I told him, not quite loud enough for Adam to hear.

"It's alright. I get treated like dirt every day. It's part of the job." He replied, smiling.

"Thanks." He nodded.

I noticed Warren starting to walk over. "Oi! Where do ya think you're goin'?" he asked, pulling me aside. "What you doin'? Gettin' into a stranger's car, and oh... With Adam, as well!" he sneered.

"Warren, he offered us a lift, and we're goin back to the ED. So you can... Go home, and pick up Nita at ten past three..." I stammered, trying to put on a calm face for Adam and the reporter, James.

"Fine, I'll see you at five... Don't be late..." He threatened.

I pulled my arm away and helped Adam hop into James' car. James folded up the wheelchair and placed into his boot. I opened my door and sat on the soft seat.

AdamPOV

Kirsty helped me into James' car and I tried to fasten my belt, one-handed. Kirsty laughed and clicked the belt in place for me, seeing how helpless I was.

She smiled, and held my hand, seeing her broken arm too, I suddenly realised how lucky we were to get out alive.

We listened to the radio on the way back to the ED and hummed along to our favourite songs.

James finally broke the silence.

"So, is it a left here?" we nodded. Kirsty got out of the car and helped me hobble out. James helped her un-fold the wheelchair and an uproar of applause greeted us as we walked over to the building.

"Whoo!" cheered Jay, Polly and Lenny as they saw us.

"Adam! Kirsty! Adam! Kirsty!" they all started to chant.

A/N Sorry if this was a little shorter, and no hidden answers. Sorry. #sad face# :(

More reviews and over the half term I should update a little quicker...

DennisDaMenace ;)