The doors to the A&E department swung open, Jack was being rolled in. A doctor immediately rushed over to the trolley's side, taking the information from the paramedics and ordering what he'd need for the unavoidable surgery. The doctor couldn't take his eyes off Jack's cold, pale face. He snapped out of his gaze to lead Jack into another room at the end of the corridor, where his only option was to perform a risky, complicated surgery, which only had a 30 success rate.
Martha strolled into her apartment, throwing her bag on the sofa and pulling a beer out of the fridge. She slumped on the sofa next to her chair, and reached out for the remote. She sat there for a moment, flicking through the channels and taking occasional mouth full of her beer. Eventually, after failing to find anything remotely interesting on TV, she turned it off and sat in silence for a moment. Martha felt so stupid for believing that Jack was going to propose, and so angry that he had stood her up. Okay, maybe it was wrong of her to assume that he was going to ask her to marry him, but she didn't deserve being stood up, even if the occasion wasn't as important as she thought it was. Jack hadn't even called her to let her know he couldn't make it. This wasn't the first time he'd put his work before a date with Martha. She was beginning to feel second place to Jack. She would be able to deal with it if she was after his family on his list of priorities, but she was behind his job. Martha had tried to stay strong and positive throughout the past few weeks, telling herself that Jack was just busy and wasn't avoiding her, and that their relationship with him wasn't over. But she could now see that she had been blind and stupid to think this, to sit and convince herself of this, because their relationship was obviously coming to an end. Tears rolled down her cheek at the realisation of her doomed relationship with the man she loved. 'Maybe he's found someone else? Or maybe he just doesn't love me anymore..' she thought to herself, tears were now running freely and rapidly down her face.
She sat for a minute or two, letting her tears drop onto the pillow that she was clutching below her chin, slowly soaking the velvet layer soak through. Her mobile began to ring in her bag. She slowly unzipped the black, silk bag and pulled out her mobile. She looked at the caller ID.
"Jack." She said aloud, as she read the message 'Holden Home' on her screen. She cancelled the call and rested her head on the back of the sofa, falling to sleep with the pillow still tightly clutched in her arms.
She awoke around 5 minutes later to find dramatic knocking on the door. She ran over to see who it was, and to her surprise she saw Tony and Lucas, both sharing the same worried and upset expression.
"There's been an accident" Tony blurted out. "Jack's in hospital, we need to get there quick." Tony ordered. Martha stood in shock, worry flushed through her body.
"What? An accident? Oh my God is he okay?" She panicked, raising her hand to mouth.
"I don't know, it doesn't sound good." Lucas answered. Martha grabbed her bag and keys and joined Lucas and Tony in their race to the car.