AN: I give credit to RetardedFish97 who gave me the idea for this chapter.

Chapter nine

James was in surgery whilst his mum paced back and forth in the relatives' room. She was blotting her forehead with a now damp tissue. Her hair was a mess and she had obviously thrown on the first lot of the clothes she saw. This woman was a mum who would do anything to make sure her son was safe and when in a situation like this all she could do was hope. She stopped pacing for a brief moment to check the time but then continued shortly after.

When Zoe walked in she stopped pacing altogether and looked at the woman in bewilderment, "Is he OK doctor? Is my baby alright?" She was beginning to sob.

"Yes, yes he's fine Mrs Kennington. The surgeons had to insert a metal rod into his tibia and fibula and insert several screws to keep the bones in place. His internal injuries have been dealt with and the best thing for him now is rest."

Mrs Kennington threw herself at Zoe and hugged her whilst crying into her hair. "Oh thank God my baby is alright. Can I see him? Is he awake?"

Zoe patted her back awkwardly and tried to pull her off of her in the nicest way possible, "I'll get someone to take you up to see him. He should be up now."

"Thank you doctor." And with that she left to see her son.

As Sam walked out of the staff room Dylan grabbed her by the elbow and whispered, "A word?"

Sam followed him reluctantly to an empty store room down the corridor. He let go of her elbow and ushered her into the room. The space was cramped but he figured this'd do.

"Dylan, what is this?"

"How could you Sam? I thought I could trust you." His voice was stern and his arms were folded.

"Dylan, what are you talking about? Honestly you make no sense sometimes." She laughed in an attempt to ease the serious tension between the two of them.

He was growing impatient with her, "Oh please, don't play dumb with me. I know you told Zoe I felt something towards her. Don't even deny it, I heard everything. And you brought up my past?!" He was beginning to raise his voice, "You know why things would never work with me and her. I trusted you with my personal problems, but what do you do? Go and tell everyone."

She took a step closer making sure to get right up in his personal space, "Don't have a go at me. She won't care about your 'issues' she'll kiss anyone. If you don't want people to find out your secrets then you should really keep them to yourself."

He massaged his eyes with his hand and sighed. "Just leave Sam." He yelled when she didn't move, "Go!"

She stood her ground and refused to budge so he stormed out instead, making sure to slam the door behind him. He walked over to one of the pillars by the computers, leaned against it and then slid down it until he was slumped on the floor. He buried his face in his hands and took some deep breaths to calm himself. It's not real. It's not real. You're safe here. Just breathe.

"Zoe your patient, James, would like to speak to you."

"OK I'll be up in a bit, thanks Tess."

On her way up to the post-op ward she had the same question running through her mind, Why does he want to see me?

She knocked on the door, waited, and then let herself in. "Hello, James? I'm Doctor Hanna, I treated you when you arrived. I hear you wanted to see me."

The swelling in his face had gone down quite a bit but he still didn't look the same as on the night she first saw him. He looked vulnerable lying in that hospital bed. His face was drained of colour and now looked a slight greyish tone. His piercing brown eyes had faded and his left leg was wrapped in a knee high cast.

"Alright sexy. Come back for seconds?"

She scoffed at the thought, "Excuse me?"

"Come on Zoe, let's not play games. I know you want me, who wouldn't?"

"HA! I don't know what you think I want but it certainly isn't you. And it's Doctor Hanna to you."

"Feisty. Come here and give me another kiss." He extended his arm out to hers and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her onto him. Zoe slapped him across the face and pulled herself away from him.

"What do you think you're doing to my son?" Exclaimed Mrs Kennington from the doorway.

"He came onto me, it was self-defence." Said Zoe, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Self-defence my arse. You attacked my son, my poor helpless son. I'll have you for this." She rushed over to her baby and hugged him, shooting Zoe a dirty look as she did so. "Just you wait."