Sam's P.O.V
It's been two hours since Tom disappeared off the face of the Earth, his phone simply goes to voicemail, Zoe is ready to tear off his head and anyone else's who stands in her way. The last of the RTC is on it's way,from what I've heard it was a pretty bad one, one of the patients from the least smashed up car was just whisked off to theatre to repair their internal bleed, seat belts can be the best and worse mechanisms, the impact of the force caused their spleen to rupture so that's one off our watch, it sounds heartless I know but being a doctor means you have to be pretty ruthless at the best of times.
I wait by the doors of the entrance,it's so warm I begin to feel a little clammy within minutes of being outside,the team are all donning green disposable aprons, all we know about our incoming patient is there are several glass lacerations and not much else, the anticipation is electric. We wait as the sirens grow ever louder and screech to a stop in front of us ,the doors are flung open, Jeff emerges as we fold out the ramp to get the patient to recuss and there he is, distraught. Her hand clasped in his,he looks at me as we wheel her down into the building. "Ok Sam this is Grace Kent she is 18,we couldn't immobilise her neck straight away,she has a GCS of 8, consciousness is varying, she does have asthma,lost approximately 1 litre of blood and we've given her 50mg of IV paracetamol,she has lacerations to her face arms and chest in addition to the ones on her legs" Jeff informs us as we glide through reception to recuss, I watch Tom ,he just gazes at this girl the whole time,not looking up to acknowledge any of us . "Ok on my count,1,2,3 and up" I command as we lift Grace from the trolley to the bed, she's incredibly light,like a string bean, very slim and very tall,she lets out a groan of pain as we jostle her across,which is always a good sign for us doctors anyway."Ok let's cross-match two units of blood,someone chase her notes,lets get a whole body x-ray ,head CT and 5mg of morphine" Tom commands to which Fletch and Robyn began to comply "Tom, what's going on?" I ask "this is my sister" he sighs, I try to muffle my surprise but it's obvious "not the way I imagined you to meet my family" his face shows all the brotherly protection inside him "of course Tom, are you ok?" I ask "just a bit shaken I guess" he says running his hands through his hair before adjusting her IV and inflating the BP cuff on her ragged arm "Tom you can't look after your sister, it's hospital policy" I say gently placing my hands on his arm to guide him away "Sam I have to she's my sister, I have to look after her "he quivers grasping her hand tightly,too tightly "Tom" I say, taking her hand out of his "go and get a coffee, ring your parents ,whatever,she's got Ash and I , we'll look after her ,ok?" He simply nods and backs away so I can start the primary survey and Ash commences the routine bloods. I can't explain how sorry I feel for Tom, he must feel so helpless, I can tell how much he dotes on his little sister by the intense look on his face. We free Grace of her shredded cycling jersey and cleats, her unintelligible mumbles grow slightly more sophisticated which show she's regaining consciousness and soon her sooty black eyelashes begin to flicker.
Grace's P.O.V
"Look who is coming round" a familiar voice rings. My mind is telling my body to wake up but it doesn't comply, my eyes are peeled open by force and an uncomfortable piercing light is shone into my pupil which constricts fearfully, however once the light floaters disappear I make out shapes and colours "Where am I?" I ask, with the strange feeling that I'm repeating myself "you're in hospital Grace" says a strangers voice,I look up to see a friendly smile beaming down at me he's a man ,not my brother with a dangling stethoscope I suppose that would make sense. "What happened?" I ask "you've been in an accident,but you're ok,you've had a bit of a bump on the head,ok?" I nod "try not to nod your head just yes or no will be great" he says, I notice his name tag says Ashford,so I repeat it in my head so I won't forget it "why?" I ask attempting to raise my head,but my shoulders are pinned down by Tom who looks completely guilt ridden and I wonder why. "We're worried you might of damaged your neck and or spine, it's just a precaution" doctor er Ashford says and I'm pretty sure he continues but I loose focus as my brain goes into a whirling overdrive trying to recount today's events,I can remember having breakfast,checking Facebook er then what? It all feels so distant like I can almost touch it every time I try it moves away,the last thing I remember is climbing on my bike then just blackness.