Lewis

I've put Laura in me car, I'm going to take her home. I haven't informed Innocent but I'm sure word will pass along. Besides I'm going with or without her consent. I get into the drivers seat and turn over the engine. It's quiet until she blurts, "Can you talk or something. It's too quiet."

I have no clue what to say or talk about but I know she needs me to say something. The way she looks she reminds me of me kids after a nightmare. The only way to get them to calm down and back to sleep was to sing. I swallow and sing the first thing that pops into me head

I went to Blaydon Races, 'twas on the ninth of June,
Eighteen hundred an' sixty-two, on a summer's afternoon;
I took the 'bus from Balmbra's, an' she was heavy laden,
Away we went 'long Collingwood Street, that's on the road to Blaydon.

Hathaway

Genesis is leaning up against the brick of the station. She's shaking a bit but I don't know if that's from the aftermath of what's just happened or because of the cold. With her arms crossed defiantly across her chest I'm not going to ask. I reach into my pocket and withdraw a cigarette.

"Can I have one?" She asks meekly.

I'm taken aback but quickly recover, "Yeah." I give her one and she leans in so I can light it. "Didn't know you smoked."

I watch as she takes a deep drag and her shoulders relax a sign of a true smoker, "Gave up for a while. Couldn't stand all the preaching from the hospital. Yes I'm a nurse and yes I know it's very bad for me."

I smirk as I take another drag.

She talks and I listen, "Yeah, I first started smoking because it was a guaranteed five minutes to yourself. Then it became something more… Police deal with nasty things and need an outlet drinking, smoking-whatever. It's the same with nursing, everyone thinks that we just hand out pills and make beds."

"So it's not all like we see on television?" I say sarcastically

She glares at me but there's no real malice to it. She nods towards the station, "I should've known" she whispers softly.

I exhale some smoke and jab a finger at the building, "What happened in there is not your fault." God I'm starting to sound like Robbie.

She uses her thumb to flick the cigarette to remove the ash. "Right." She answers softly but I know she doesn't believe it.

Lewis

When I arrive at me flat I park the car and open the door for Laura. She gets out but clings to me arm. She's still in her green scrubs and somehow it makes her look smaller. I thought that she would release the death grip on me arm when we got inside the flat but she doesn't. I pull her against my chest and hold her tightly. "It's all right now."

She sniffles against me and I rub my cheek against her hair. I can smell the coffee in her hair, "Come on."

We move as four-legged beast to the bathroom. I swat at the taps and water flows. Me back will not be able to handle leaning over to test the water with Laura clinging to me. I sit her on the closed lidded toilet. I balance on the edge of the bath and feel the water. I pull up the knob and the water spews forth from the showerhead catching me right sleeve and shoulder of me shirt. I turn to Laura who seems embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"You shouldn't have to be doing this. I feel so silly."

"Aw, it's not silly to be afraid, you're human pet. What happened would scare anyone and there's bound to be fallout from that."

She looks up at me, "You came and got me."

I caress her cheek, "just like I said I would."

I jerk my thumb towards the shower, "In you get."

Bynum

I thank James for the cigarette and go back inside. Someone else, I don't know who, has cleaned up the kitchenette. I'm not really in the mood to learn anything. It seems my wishes have been granted. There's a DC at the door with a burn. I can see from here that it's a second-degree burn. I motion for him to come into the medical bay.

I've cooled the burn now I need to cover it. I go to the shelf containing the 4x4 gauze and bandages. As I reach for a bandage it the magazine I bought slithers out. The only thing I can think of is the fact that I don't have a dress. I try to think of Laura, of the fact that she just had a panic attack but I can only think of the fact that I don't have a dress. I set my shoulders and return to the DC. I rip open the gauze to cover his arm.

"Are you sure you should cover it?" He demands and he cradles his arm closer to his chest.

I snap! "Do you have a medical degree I'm not aware of? Why the hell did you come down here if you know how to treat burns?"

He face morphs into that of a contrite child. "Well shouldn't it air out?"

"Air is going to cause more pain, covering it will prevent that and protect the blisters." I say curtly.

"Oh" Is his reply.

"You want me to treat it or do you want me to get one of the doctors to see you?"

"Maybe when I'm dead." He mumbles and I laugh.

We both laugh and I proceed to cover his burn. I break into my stash of paracetamol and give him some and send him on his way. I'm cleaning up the debris when Dr. Cook approaches me. "Body in one, I'd like you take some samples…please"

He said please, I'm caught off guard and stammer, "Be right with you."

I don a fresh pair of gloves and move into bay one. A male is on the table, and Cook points towards a group of metal basins. I take samples of the liver and other organs for testing.

Hobson

The warm water is cascading over my head and shoulders. I watch in fascination as coffee grounds swirl and move down the drain. I reach for shampoo and lather my hair. As fate would have it I get the stinging substance in my eye and I stumble backwards and collide with solid bulk of Robbie.

"Here lass" he soothes as his hand pushes my wet hair from face and he maneuvers me underneath the showerhead to rinse off the suds. I blink furiously and he comes into focus. His hair is plastered to his face and I have an unobstructed view of him. I chew on my lower lip because it's a nice view.

He must have seen me for he pulls me to him. We embrace as the water washes over us both removing the awfulness of the day. I rest my forehead against his chest and sigh.