Zoe hurried off to the lift and Connie sighed, making her way past cubicles and to the store cupboards. She was tired, and she wasn't even in the mindset to berate Rita over the inadequate availability of her staff. They had been getting on better recently, on a professional level, especially since the arrival of Jacob in the ED. Wherever she looked about her surroundings, there was something there to remind her of him. The wall on the back of the side room where Emma had been treated, where they had kissed. The doors they walked through together, his hand wrapped about her back, dipping into her coat to caress her side at the end of a shift. The bed where they had been treating Dani in resus, the same one where she had stumbled and he had caught her, the first time that he had touched her at all. At all of the desks and in the cubicles where he had insisted on using her nicknames and had tested even her own professionalism. She couldn't believe she was thinking like this, like some lovesick teenager, but he was in her head and there was little room for much else.

On reaching the cupboard, she turned the handle and closed the door behind her, stumbling in shock as she turned around to see Jacob, with the syringes he had been holding now scattered on the floor. She felt his hands at her waist, as he quickly pulled her back onto balance before she fell into the shelves. She met his eyes, and placed her hands down onto his, which quickly fell to his sides, and he turned away to bend down to the floor.

She stood there, and watched as he picked up each syringe and put them into a plastic container, only fit now to go into a bin. She flicked her hair over her shoulders, then bent down next to him, clutching her stethoscope to her chest as she did so.

"Rita said you'd gone to see if they had space for the girls in cubicles, why are you here?" Connie asked, her tone seemingly accusatory. It hadn't meant to come out so harsh, and immediately she wished she had just stayed silent.

"Charlie asked me to restock the syringes. That's my job, right? Unless you have a problem with me doing that as well?"

"Jacob, no I.."

"Don't, Con." Jacob stood up and put the tub onto one of the shelves and watched as Connie stood, readjusting her stethoscope. She began to take out syringes from one of the boxes on a shelf, packing them into another plastic tub.

"They'll be bringing Dani back down soon, Noel has her parents in reception so they'll need to go through to the relatives room." Connie spoke, as she tried to regain some control in the situation.

"Yeah I know."

He then brought out the bag containing the tablet he had been given earlier. "One of the girls gave me this earlier. Cute right?" Connie took it from him, turning it over in her hand.

"Is that a heart or a split tongue?" She looked at him, and he gave a small, low laugh. He walked over to the door, after packing the tub of dropped syringes into a bag and tying it, and pushed the handle down. It moved but the door didn't give, it was stuck. He tried again, and gave it a more forceful push but it wouldn't move.

"Did you lock this?"

"No." She didn't even look up from what she was doing. Jacob continued to rattle the handle, but to no avail. He dropped the bag to the floor and now used both hands.

"Jacob, Jacob stop! Jacob I've got it, okay?" Connie made her way to the door and pushed the handle down, the door opened and she turned back around to look at him.

"Is everything okay?"

She asked him, looking into his eyes and noticing that what looked like tears had formed. He was tense, with one fist balled up and the other pushing down on a shelf to the side of him, as if to help steady his balance.

"Jacob?"

His vision began to blur, he looked down and she could see him begin to tremble. She closed the door, kicked aside the bag and took hold of his hand. She stood in front of him and placed her other hand on his forearm, which was supporting him.

"I'm okay Con, just go." His breathing was shaky, but as he tried to shake her off, she only tightened her grip.

"Jacob it's okay. It's alright, I'm here." She looked up to meet his lowered eyes.

"I've got you."