Sorry for the long wait, but with school and everything, I really haven't had time to update.

Hope you enjoy this new chapter.

The traffic light remained red, as Sam turned around in her seat for the third time in less than five miles, for Ellie refused to leave Emily alone from the new doll she received for her fourth birthday the day before.

"Ellie, Emily, behave - I won't tell you again."

"But mummy..." Ellie started at the same time as Emily said.

"But Sammy..." It was, however, only the elder that continued. "She won't leave me alone with that stupid Kuddle me Katie doll."

"She's four," Sam placated the teenaged girl.

"Yeah, but..." the blonde girl glared at her neice. "If she tries to get me to play bloody 'Baby' one more time..." she threatened.

Dylan, for once, wisely kept his mouth shut, as the traffic light turned to green.

Pulling out into the unusually empty cross road, he didn't notice, until it was too late, the small blue car come thundering through the red light, and plow into the side of their more sturdily built car.

There was a crash.

A crumple.

A thud.

And darkness claimed them.

Emily was the first to regain her wits - pulling her phone out of her pocket, and ignoring the sharp sting of pain that ran up her arm as she moved it.

Learning, and thus moving slower, she carefully dialled 999, trying to prevent tears from falling.

She spoke quickly into the phone, answering the question as best that she could considering that she had only lived in the area a few weeks. She glanced around at her family - Dylan was slumped over in his seat - head against the steering wheel, unconscious at least. Sammy was also unconscious (hopefully) her head resting almost peacefully where her side window should have been. Ellie seemed fine and was (fortunately) awake - if silent for probably the first time since she had learnt to talk.

Emily stayed as still as she could and concentrated on her breathing - because she could hear the sirens in the distance - and she was no use to anybody if she was having a panic attack because she was here, and she had to trust her eyes, and there was no fire.

So the smoke wasn't real.

Jeff and Dixie were amongst the first to arrive, Tom with them, since it was such a big crash - three cars directly involved, at least ten more with passengers now claiming minor injuries.

Tom made his way to the centre of the crash, towards the broken passenger side window of the larger car that had a woman's head leaning out of it.

He almost dropped his bag in shock, when he realised exactly who it was. Sam.

Tugging on the door slightly, he relaised that it had been jammed shut during the crash - this was going to be harder than they had first anticipated, if they could not release the casualties.

Checking in on the two back seat passengers, he noted a young teenage girl who appeared to be trying very hard not to succumb to a panic attack, and a child no older than five, who was just looking at him, in a silent curious manner.

He went around the other side of the car, to check on the male driver, when he realised that it was none other than Dylan.

He didn't fancy trying to answer those questions when this was all done with.

Sam's eyes flicked open, "Tom?" she questioned - confused as to why the doctor was leaning in through her broken car window.

He seemed relieved that she had woken up, "Sam, you've been in an accident. You need to remain still."

Her eyes suddenly clouded over with fear as the implications of the statement hit her, as she completely disregarded Tom's words to attempt to turn around, forcing him to tighten his grip, keeping her neck secure. "Come on Sam," he told her, "You of all people should know not to do that."

"Ellie? Emily?" She questioned, already beginning to fall back into unconsciousness.

"They're fine." He told her. "Seats belts did their jobs." Sam smiled, and her eyes began to drift shut again.

"Sam," he told her forcefully, "You need to stay awake."

Sam opened her eyes again, with great effort. "Dylan...Okay?" She managed to ask.

Tom glanced over to the drivers seat that couldn't see from her fixed position.

"Still KO'd," he answered truthfully, knowing not to lie to her. "What's the story between you two then?" He asked, determined for anything to keep her awake.

She smiled almost dryly. "Married," she admitted, knowing that they wouldn't be able to keep it hidden for much longer.

Tom's surprise was slightly less well hidden, "Been long?" he asked incredulously.

"Nearly five years," she gasped, suddenly unable to breathe, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she began to fit, still trapped within the car.

"Dixie!" Tom called behind him, "we need to get her out of here. Now!"

Jeff pushed the trolley with Sam's still limp body on it briskly, as Emily followed behind, carrying a still silent Ellie.

"This is Samantha Nicholls," he started, "Twenty six years old. Involved in a three car pile up, KO'd but briefly regained consciousness at the scene. GCS of 12, dropped to 10 en route." He spoke quickly ignoring the shocked looks of their collegues, who had obviously not been informed.

"This is thirteen year old Emily Nicholls and four year old Ellie Keogh, they were in the back seat of the car. Ellie is fine, but Emily needs some stitches in her left arm." The two girls followed the nurse who introduced himself as Fletch through to cubicles.

"Wan' mummy." The smaller girl almost cried, Emily tightening her grip, scared at being in an unfamiliar place without either her mummy or daddy, although Emily was a fairly decent substitute.

Barely metres away from them, in the corner of resus where a team of doctors were furiously working over Sam, the long beeping sound that they all dreaded appeared, as she flat-lined in front of them.

Thank you for reading, and please review (I'm going to try and get seven this chapter),
Mia