Charlie beamed from ear to ear, Maggie was mustering all the energy into a grin.

"Did you think…… you were getting rid ………of me that easily? She gasped, turning her head slowly to face Charlie, smiling. This made him nearly do a back flip. He couldn't speak for smiling, there was a lump in his throat, all the pain, all the worry, all the waiting. It was over. Maggie was okay, well not okay, but better than she had been in the past 48 hours. Even still with all the machines and wires coming from her, Maggie looked as chirpy as ever.

"Shh, save your energy. Your still pretty weak."

"What-" she took a deep breath, "What happened?"

"You don't remember?" Maggie shook her head slowly, "You were in an RTA. Your taxi…head on collision…" he stuttered. Maggie could hear the guilt in his voice.

"It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself." she whispered, taking hold of his shaking hands. Charlie thought for a moment. Here was he, sitting in the ICU, getting comforted by a woman who had just awoken from a Coma. Things weren't adding up.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, starting to brake down slightly, "I should've given you a lift, if I had of, you wouldn't be in this state." He looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes, "I thought I was going to lose you. I didn't know how I would cope without seeing your smile everyday. Just the thought…" he shook his head and buried his head in his hands.

"Hey, come on!"

"Sorry, I couldn't bear the thought." he smiled, just seeing her smiling eyes made him feel a thousand times better.

"You know me, I don't give up too easily!" Maggie smiled, placing her hand on his. The wires were beginning to get uncomfortable around her.

"No, she's a fighter." said a voice from behind Charlie, making them both jump slightly. They had been unaware of the outside for ages, this interrupted the peace.

Charlie craned his neck round only to see Harry standing at the door, just his head visible. "Oh, Harry, you gave me a fright there!"

"Sorry, just thought I'd pop up and see how Maggie was doing. Well, I can see your okay." he smiled, it was great to see Maggie with her eyes open.

She nodded, "Yeah, bit hoarse though." Harry chuckled,

"Well, at least there'll be peace and quiet downstairs then!"

"Uh, the cheek!" Maggie chuckled along too, coughing slightly as her throat still ached a bit.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it then. Best get down to tell the others that Maggie Coldwell has awoken!" he smiled at the pair and disappeared.

Charlie turned his attention back to his friend, "Hey, you okay?" he asked, seeing her cough, a worried expression on his face. Maggie kept coughing, flinching as she did. "Maggie? Speak, Maggie?" he knew something was wrong. Panic flushed his body as he jumped to his feet. Maggie had gone a deathly shade of white, she stopped coughing. And the machines beside her went into overdrive, each one of them bleeping at a different rate.

"Maggie? No, no, no, no!" Charlie cried as he hit the red button beside her bed, immediately Connie and Harry appeared and rushed in. He stood back to give them some room before they whisked Maggie down to Resus, Charlie following.

Everything had been turned upside down in a matter of seconds. Harry had asked Charlie to wait outside, making him more nervous than he already was. Peering through the double doors, he could just make out the bed, and the shape of Harry rushing around it. The nurses hands were just blurs, as were the surroundings. All of a sudden, Charlie felt his head spin and his knees give way beneath him. He could make out the sound of Tess, but the rest was blackness.

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His thoughts began to race. What happened? How long had he been blacked out for? Where was Maggie? Was she okay? The smell of burning met his nose, making him waken up in a split second. Opening his eyes, a horrific sight met them. Flames were everywhere, patients were screaming, smoke was billowing. He was outside Resus, standing frozen to the spot, watching the events unfold. Harry was still in Resus, as was Maggie. The smoke was clouding everything. He felt himself cry out, he wanted to move, to help, but nothing was working. The flames had erupted and were now swallowing Resus, Harry rushed out past him, fear and guilt written on his face. He couldn't believe it, Harry had left her there to die. Suddenly, something gripped his arm, he begun to spin, before falling into the darkness beneath his feet.