Tom's P.O.V
Sam had to manhandle me out of recuss, I just wanted to be there ,and talk to her and laugh with her and do all the things we do together. We're both adopted so we have no real relation,but in a way it kind of made us closer, we both understood each other from an early age, we know what it's like. I query going home to get her some of her things but decide against it, I just want to stay here until I'm absolutely certain shes ok. I attempt to loiter outside of resuss so I can peer through the blinds but Sam shoos me away. I wait for what seems like hours in the relatives room, it's so quiet all you can hear is the piercing silence , I just stare at the door anticipating it to swing open ,but it doesn't. I wait and wait and wait,unable to take my mind of Grace, I remember all the things we used to get up to; we used to ride around on my bike I would pedal and she would sit on the back of the seat,her bare legs dangling until the time she got her foot trapped in the spindles,her long hair flipped and her little body hanging from the bike wheel ,her little face beetroot red suppressing her tears and probably the rush of blood to the head.
Finally,once deep in thought ,the door I so wished would slide open unveils Sam,she smiles at me "she's ok" she says softly and sits beside me , I can't control it,much like trying to find her, the panic I felt this morning screaming for Grace ,I just begin to cry,not a few tears but those kind of tears that make you completely breathless, Sam enfolds me in her arms ,stroking my hair as I cry against her chest. She rocks me in silence until I regain my breath. "Can I go and see her?" I ask "course you can" she says so softly it's almost a whisper. "Thank you" I say pulling Sam towards and clasping her in a hug, I kiss her forehead and she takes me by the hand and guides me to recuss.
She lies there still flat,her neck immobilised by blue blocks, her heart shaped lips asking the same repetitive questions that we answer but don't filter through her brain so she asks again and again. I go over to her trolley and lean against the cold metal ,I take her hand in mine once again and Sam joins on me in the other side "Grace can you tell me where you are?" She asks ,but she seems nicer,more patient with Grace than she usually is, all her warmth in her smile as she checks her obs but Grace looks confused,startled " home?" She suggests,she looks even younger than she did this morning ,her liquid blue eyes wide and innocent "No you're at Holby City ED" Sam corrects her "my brother works here" Grace remembers proudly, and I have to stop my smile spreading across my face. "Yeah,he does, I have to work with him" Sam teases " I have to live with him" Grace retorts and they both look and smile at me "you poor thing" Sam laughs as her face lights up, she pats Grace's shoulder on her way out to check if her x-rays have been sent through. "Tom what are you doing here?" Grace asks. This repetition is exhausting but we go through the circuit of already answered questions. Sam emerges yet again carrying the iPad, "everything looks good with her spine, she has a few broken ribs but other than that it all seems fine" she says smiling showing me so I can double check I nod as we remove the blocks and collar so she can sit upright. I never really noticed how skinny she was until now,she's always been slight but now she looks fragile " you really scared me Gracie" I say pulling her hair away from her eyes "sorry" she smiles sheepishly the same way she did this morning "mum and dad are going to kill me you know" I say as the realisation of telling them hits me "do they know?"my sibling enquires "not yet" I say "then don't,no point in worrying them" she answers, Sam throws me a look that suggests I should do opposite as she applies her stethoscope to Grace's chest. "When can we get her down to CT Sam?" I ponder "Soon, and it's Dr Nichols to you round here" she retorts flirtatiously "how's the pain? Any headaches,nausea?" Sam says in attempt to seem more professional "erm just cold" Grace replies,smiling with a knowingly smile that Sam and I are more than just colleagues, she's always been like that whether it would be guessing the plot of the shows that we would watch as kids or if I'd been trying to get into clubs when I was 16,she could just read me,it's like she is sidekick and it really irritates me.
Big Mac appears at the doors of resuss " I was beckoned?" He chatters"CT please Big Mac" Sam orders, we walk behind Grace hand in hand,I squeeze hers,wondering if she can tell have grateful I am. Despite Graces's best attempts to move herself across from her trolley to the scanner she is simply to weak and sore to move herself just a few centimetres across, so we slide a teary eyed Grace across. The thought of leaving her again makes me wince but Sam leads me out as we begin to scan her cranium. In the silence Grace's voice breaks through our concentration "where am I?" She asks startled "where am I! Let me out! I can't get out,some one help me please!" she bellows writhing wildly in the scanner, knocking her drip stand and ripping it from her lily white skin."Sam stop!" I cry as I pound the door down to get to my sister,I reach her side and pull her close as she weeps into my chest, I try to soothe her,stroking her hair but her breathing eradicates and it's apparent she's having a panic attack, Sam joins us gluing her stethoscope to Grace's rapidly moving chest "it's an asthma attack triggered by her panic attack" she explains , I pick Grace up in my arms and lower her onto the trolley, her wheezes are becoming more apparent,her eyes growing large in her small face. "Lets get her into recuss,now" Sam orders as we push her trolley quickly away from CT and Grace clamours onto each and every breath.