"Sir Can you hear me?" asked Sahira frantically. This was her third trauma call of the day and by this point she was feeling both physically and mentally drained. She darted in and out of the C.T.U equipment that was now strewn halfway across the road and begun to lose herself in thoughts of what exactly may have caused this man to roll his car five times across the motorway and not least how his had survived the collision.

"Sahira," she vaguely heard Greg Douglas mutter from behind her, "you realise that if we don't get Mr. no name back to Holby he will bleed out soon, don't you?"

"Yes thank you Mr. Douglas," she snapped back whist doing her best to get a line into the patient's wrist. "I also went on that course you know." She had been on this case with Greg for only ten minutes and already he was getting on her nerves. It wasn't that she disliked Greg but she just never particularly liked him. He always seemed to get in the way whenever she tried to work with Henrik and his snide remarks about him got to her too. Therefore she told him to stay put and oversee the rest of the patients getting back to the hospital. After what seemed like an eternity she was on her way back to Holby. "Call ahead will you and tell Mr. Hanssen that I have a trauma case and that I need a G.S view. Also will you please tell him our E.T.A." for a reason unbeknown to her, Henrik had always made her feel calm, no matter what was wrong. It was for this reason that she took up the opportunity to work with him whenever possible. She'd known him for about sixteen years now and he was her closest friend and she suspected that she was his too. She knew that whatever happened he would be there for her and at times he was the only one who was.

For the second time in less than an hour her thoughts were interrupted this time by the opening of the ambulance doors and the confirmation that they had now arrived back to the hospital. As she took the patient up in the lift towards Darwin ward, she wondered exactly what she had to go on. Did she know the patients name…? No. Did she know their nationality…? No. she didn't even really know what was wrong although she had some ideas on that matter.

"What's the problem Miss Shah?" came the calm collected voice of Henrik Hanssen from behind her. She took a second to smile to herself before replying.

"Well to be honest Mr Hanssen we haven't got all that much to go on but from a medical point of view it looks like a tear to the pancreas as well as some kind of blockage in the mitral valve." With this she pivoted around to see Henrik disappearing around the corner. "Mr Hanssen," she called after him to no avail. With this she excused herself from the patient and followed after him. As she rounded the corner she heard Ric Griffin stating that he was sorry he couldn't take over the C.T.U case but he too busy on Keller. "Have I done something to offend you Henrik?" She asked. She knew in her heart that there was something more going on but that was currently the only explanation she could think of for him just walking out on her like that without even a backwards glance.

"Now what exactly made you come to that conclusion Miss Shah?" He answered her back quickly. When she really looked closely into his eyes she saw so many emotions. The fact that they had known each other for nearly sixteen years now meant that Sahira knew when he was hiding something from her, as, she suspected, he did for her. Among the multitude of things his mask was hiding there was what looked like an element of fear in his eyes.

"Henrik what's wrong? And for possibly the hundredth time this week will you please call me Sahira. We've known each other long enough and no one else cares who calls what who. Ok?" She asked him looking up to meet his eyes. The more she looked the more he seemed fearful of… something. There was something about the way he was constantly looking around with wide eyes and the way he walked with his shoulders just slightly hunched over which was far from his usual calm and quick witted self.

"Nothing is wrong… Sahira and you've done absolutely nothing wrong. You should know that you could never do anything wrong in my eyes." He stopped short as if realising that he'd said too much, that the last sentence he spoke clearly wasn't really meant to be spoken allowed.

"Then will you tell me please, why you don't want to work on his case with me?" she queried with worry now clearly ebbing into her voice.

"I can't" he replayed simply before striding off in what she assumed to be the direction of his office on the top floor. For a moment Sahira was deliberating whether or not to follow but she decided that it was in her best interests not to. Sometimes, she remembered, it was far better to leave Henrik to think or do whatever else it was that he did in that office all day.

She spun around to check the surgical board for the rest of the day to find that she had a surgery with Henrik at five o'clock. This, she decided was when she would further take up the subject of the unnamed patient and his regret to agree to work with her on the case with her. This was the second time ever in her time of knowing him that he had clammed up like that and looked so lost. Yes, yes, yes he often refused to say any more but this was different somehow. She momentarily remembered the first time such a thing had happened. It had been when he was first mentoring her. The hospital decided that it would be a good idea to have a getting to know your mentor hour. She had been quick to agree that this was a good idea and everything had seemed to be going ok until she asked of his family. He just clammed up and looked so scared that she herself knew full well she had touched a nerve.

"Are you alright?" She heard Chantelle ask in her bubbly voice as she walked past with the dirty linen trolley. "It's just you look a bit… well miffed really." She concluded.

"Urm yes thank you Chantelle I'm fine I'm just a bit… don't worry. She replied and with a beaming smile Chantelle then continued on her way with a simple "ok then." To conclude their brief conversation.

For some reason or another she was scared for him. She was petrified. She also knew that whatever happened she would have to find out what was wrong…