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Jonny felt the floor shake and looked around at his best friend. "What was that?!" he demanded of Mo. He went to look out the window, only to find the ground flooded; he couldn't make out just how deep the water was from here but he couldn't shake the feeling that something had just happened downstairs.

"I don't know," Mo replied. "It sounded like...a wave?"

"I'm going to see what's happened," Jonny decided. "I've got my phone."

He ran off the ward before Mo could put a stop to it, diving through the door onto the staircase. Jac had muttered something about finding sanity with the Campbells on AAU, and if there was indoor flooding, she might be caught up in it all. Not to mention Edward and Serena; as much as Serena terrified him, he didn't want anything to happen to her or her ex-husband. And as much as Serena loved to pretend she despised Edward, Jonny was certain she wanted him alive. And as for Jac...he could only pray that nothing had happened to her.

He reached the landing and gasped when he saw the state of the place. The water was level with the second or third stair up, rising as he carefully took the next step down. He carefully pulled out his mobile and phoned the first person he thought of in this situation: Henrik Hanssen.

After two rings, the Swede answered somewhat sleepily, "Hello, Nurse Maconie. What's wrong?"

"Um," Jonny hesitated, trying to think of a way to describe the scene in front of him. "Right, don't panic, but AAU is flooded. Like proper flooded."

Sounding more awake, Hanssen replied, "How high is the water?"

"Um, maybe a foot and a half. Two feet, even?" he made a guess as he took a tentative step forward. "I know Ms. Campbell, Dr. Campbell, Nurse Carter and Miss Naylor are on AAU. I don't who else is there."

"Alright. Do you know if anyone's hurt?" asked Hanssen, and Jonny could hear him getting out of bed.

"I don't think the doors will open with the pressure," Jonny reasoned. "But I'm willing to give it a shot," he added. He placed his foot in the water and stepped forward until the floodwater was up to his thighs.

"I'm coming, Jonny," Hanssen assured him, and he was taken aback slightly that the ice cold Swede had called him by his first name. "If you can, get everyone out. Try and make sure you get Miss Naylor out."

"Aye," Jonny agreed. He waded with caution through the water, trying to see if there were any obstacles before him. The lights above flickered and there was an eerie silence broken only by the clicking of the struggling circuit overhead. He got to the doors and managed to force them open. "Miss Naylor seems OK," he breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Jac being helped to her feet by Edward Campbell. "So is Dr. Campbell."

"That's good at least," Hanssen said, and Jonny heard the mix of worry and relief in the man's voice.

"Nurse Carter has hurt her wrist but seems otherwise alright," Jonny attested. "And Ms. Campbell," he said, searching for Serena. When he saw her he followed his first instinct to push through the flood to her and take her pulse.

"Ms. Campbell?" he vaguely heard Hanssen remind him.

"Um, she's unconscious," Jonny admitted. He heard Hanssen's breath catch briefly at the news that his colleague was knocked out. "She's breathing. Pulse is about seventy. Edward!" he shouted over to the man who was looking at Mary-Claire's arm. "How long's she been like this?"

"Who?!" he called back distractedly.

"Serena!" Jonny told him. At this, Edward's head whipped around. He made his way over to bend over and look down on his ex-wife.

"She was talking a minute ago," he explained. "She was fine!"

"Well, she's clearly not now, is she?!" Jonny barked impatiently. Jac came to observe but Jonny halted her. "You're getting out of here just as soon as we've worked out what's wrong with Serena," Jonny informed her sternly in an attempt to protect his unborn child and the woman carrying her. He had forgotten he was on the phone until the line went dead. He turned to a put-out looking Jac and asked of her, "Can you find somewhere safe and dry to put my phone? I'm assuming all yours will be dead by now."

Jac took it and wiped the end of the nurses' station with the bottom of her scrub top before placing his phone carefully down. She then cleared whole desk. "Edward, how tall is Serena?" she shouted over.

"Five-seven, five-eight, maybe," he said.

"Right, she should fit on here," Jac decided. "We get her up here, then we get the patients out," she added assertively. Jonny knew better than to argue with her and so felt below the surface for Serena's legs; Edward gripped her under the arms and they managed to get her up onto the nurses' station that Jac had cleared of debris.

"I don't get it," Edward fretted. "She was absolutely fine, wasn't she, Mary-Claire?!" he asked the Irish nurse, who nodded. Jac nodded as well, agreeing that Serena had been awake and presumably bossing them around from the floor. "She wasn't complaining of any pain or any injuries."

"Yeah, but unless it's to do with you, Edward, she doesn't complain very much," Mary-Claire reasoned fairly, resting her injured hand on her shoulder to try and prevent the swelling getting any worse. "Check for a source of blood loss," she suggested.

Jonny obeyed and started examining her legs as Jac examined her abdomen, Edward standing there like a spare part, apparently terrified that she was going to die. They found nothing, leading Jonny to believe there had been some sort of trauma sustained to her head. "I should know my own wife better than to believe she's OK when she says she is," Edward berated himself. Jonny turned to look at him, eyebrow raised. "Sorry. Ex-wife. But still! I know her better than that!"

"Don't beat yourself up," Jac ordered Edward firmly, though with an unusual kindness she never normally displayed. "There's a lot going on. She's probably hit her head."

That had been Jonny's theory too, but he was reluctant to say so in front of an already worked up Edward. "We have to get her out of here," Edward said. As he said it, Serena stirred. Jonny held onto her in case she rolled off the table. They couldn't test her in every way he knew Jac and Edward wanted her tested, because a lot of the medical equipment had been ruined, but the basic tests could still be carried out.

"What's going on?" Serena muttered, covering her eyes from the light. "Oh, God," she moaned. "The surge...is everyone OK?"

"Never mind about us, Serena," Mary-Claire said kindly. "We're in better shape than you."

"Your arm, Mary-Claire," Serena said, a maternal worry crossing her face.

"Don't bother about it. We need to get the four patients that are still here out, and you and Jac need to get out as well," the young nurse said strictly, but it was soon apparent that Serena wasn't having it; Jonny agreed with Mary-Claire that Serena needed out of here, but he knew she was too hell bent on being hard headed to listen to reason on the matter.

Serena sat up carefully. "I'm OK."

"Where are you?" Edward immediately asked her.

"AAU in Holby City Hospital, ready to kick your arse for asking stupid questions," Serena snapped impatiently. Jonny caught Jac's eye and had to stifle a snigger. "Look, it's September 2013, you're my ex-husband, that's Jac, Jonny and Mary-Claire, David Cameron is Prime Minister, and we have a job to do. Happy?"

"No," Edward retorted sourly.

"What a surprise," she sneered. She hopped off the desk and splashed Jonny as her feet plunged through the water. He was about to protest but the glare she shot him put him off the idea.

"Serena," Jac sighed. "We don't even know why you fell unconscious. Don't you think you need a proper looking over?"

"I probably just smacked my head. If so, I've hit my head harder and been perfectly alright," Serena said. Her tone was not one any of the four of them were willing to argue with. "OK. Mary-Claire, you need to get a cast on that wrist so I want you out of here and straight to St. James'. Got it?"

Mary-Claire looked less than pleased but seemed to know better than to try and win an argument with Serena Campbell. "OK," she sighed.

Serena nodded; it was becoming increasingly obvious that she was in charge. Even Edward, the one person who had a hope in hell of getting off with it, wasn't trying to stop her. "Jac, you're pregnant so I want you out here with the patients."

Jonny closed his eyes, knowing exactly what was about to happen. "I'm not leaving here until you, Jonny and Edward do."

"Jac," Serena growled. Jonny was startled to hear just how protective Serena actually could be.

"No," Jac argued. "I'm in a better state than you and Edward put together!"

"Hey!" the divorced couple protested loudly.

"Serena, you've it your head and Edward's as jumpy as Jonny is when he's told he has to cook a proper meal," Jac reasoned. "I can't trust you to look out for each other. It's not that you don't want to look after each other," she added when they both opened their mouths to argue. "I know you do. But one of you might have a head injury and one has obvious issues with storms and floods."

Now that Jac mentioned it, Edward definitely was not himself. His eyes were darting around nervously, as if waiting for another surge or for the ward to collapse on top of him. As much as he was loathe to admit it, Jac was right – they needed her. She was the only one assertive and nervy enough to stand up to them. Jonny definitely didn't have it in him to go against Serena's wishes when she was in a fit state to rip him apart for it.

Jonny jumped when a familiar ringtone pierced the tense silence. "It's Mo," Jac told him as she passed it over to him.

"Hello," Jonny answered it.

"Jonny Mac," Mo sighed, sounding relieved to hear his voice. "What's going on?"

"AAU's been washed out. Serena said something about a surge," he explained. "We're going to get the patients out. Will you be OK by yourself on Darwin?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Yeah, don't worry about me. I'll call the emergency services for you, OK? Have you called Hanssen?"

"Aye, on his way as we speak."

"OK. Everything's gonna be alright."

"I hope so," Jonny answered her, trying to dispel the dread building up inside him. "I'll see you once everyone's out."

"OK. See ya!"

He hung up and turned to his colleagues. "Which of this lot is most capable of walking? I'll take them out," Jonny said to Serena, jabbing his thumb backwards towards the patients.

"Kara Donald," Edward answered quickly. "I'll go and get her." Edward pushed through the water, leaving Jonny with Serena and Jac, who looked like they both wanted to slap sense into one another. He saw it from both points of view; the bottom line was that Jac was protecting Serena and Serena was protecting Jac, but both were too proud to accept that.

"Mary-Claire," Jonny addressed the young woman. "You come with us. Once we're out we can help from that end."

"But we don't know what it's like beyond the stairs," she argued.

"Come on," Jonny smiled at her. "Take a leap of faith." She smiled back at him and walked around Serena, who caught her arm.

"Be careful," the older woman said anxiously. Jonny looked away briefly, unnerved slightly to see this side to Serena Campbell when she usually walked around terrorising this place and all who crossed her.

Mary-Claire nodded. "You too." She hugged Serena tight. "I know you don't like me, but I think you're not half as bad as you like to pretend you are."

The expression on Serena's face was a picture as Jonny turned to Jac. He instinctively pulled her into a tight cuddle, just as Mary-Claire had done to Serena. He was surprised when she returned the embrace and she kissed his jaw lightly. "Look after yourself," she warned him.

"Of course," he smiled. He saw Edward and Kara – a girl of about twenty – approach. She was capable of walking, though he doubted it would be unaided for long. He took her hand and felt Mary-Claire approach at his side. He did not look back as they forced the door open once more and waded their way down the hall, turning into the corridor.

The silence was again eerie as it was broken by a creaking sound. "What's that?" Mary-Claire asked. Jonny glanced up to see the ceiling was cracked, water dripping out of it.

"We have to keep going," he told her, pulling her forward by her uninjured hand. "How did you hurt your wrist?"

"Must've went over it when we all ducked for cover," she shrugged. That creaking noise was loud in the silence again, but this time Jonny didn't have time to look up. He didn't have time to do anything. There was a deafening crash before he was knocked into the water, the weight of the shattered ceiling forcing him down.

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