Grace's P.O.V
My chest feels like it's about to implode. My throat is like sandpaper as I gasp,mimicking a goldfish I'm wheezing for precious oxygen. My eyes feel like they're about to pop out of my skull as I stare up at the passing ceiling, my chest rising faster than I can count "this one came on fast" I hear Tom say his voice etched with panic even though I can bet he's had a thousand other patients who have had an asthma attack. My hair is sticking to my face as beads of sweat form in my hairline,I'd move my arm to wipe it but my whole body aches,my ribs feel like broken china as every breath I take cuts deeper. "Her broken ribs don't help" Sam says her face serious as she slides a nebuliser over my pink face "50mg of salbutamol please Fletch" Sam, is it? Sam commands, her refreshingly icy cold stethoscope lands on my flaming skin as she listens to my panicking lungs "lets get some intravenous magnesium sulphate Robyn, try and stay nice and calm for me Grace"Sam says cooly , I can see why Tom loves her,so calm, professional and beautiful , I can tell by the way he looks at her."Tom" Sam glances at him beckoning him to comfort me, to tell me it will be ok , he crouches down by my bedside and whispers in my ear slowly, his calm masking his and my terror,he whispers about the time I got my foot stuck in his bike and as slowly as he speaks the medication begins to take effect, my breathing less delayed, I feel my lungs expanding with ease, the pain lessens the more Tom reminisces. "Pulse is 95, almost back to normal " Fletch announces as the calm after the storm.

Sam's P.O.V
"We'll move her to CDU for overnight observation and then we'll review her case if she is still concussed" I explain to Tom, even though he probably already knows as a doctor himself, he chews his lip, I love it when he does that for reasons I can't explain. He wrings his hands so I take them in mine "Tom stop worrying she's going to be fine,she's sleeping,why don't we go and get a coffee,then you can go and get her some stuff" I suggest, I watch as Tom furrows his brow, I can tell he's not keen but there is no clear alternative for him to do. We sit in the peace garden in almost silence, I knew he had a sister and she stayed with him a lot but that was about it, I suppose a lot of the time we're together we are at work. Tom is the first to break the silence "she recently moved in,her uni accommodation was getting too expensive,so I let her move in,how do I tell my girlfriend I still live with my little sister" he says,his voice edged with guilt and embarrassment "don't apologise Tom it's ok, I don't mind" I say truthfully, because I don't, in fact if anything it makes me admire him more, I see him the way he is with Grace and it makes me so proud of him. He seems to relax a little,he talks at length of Grace, his eyes lit up with pride he tells me she's doing a sports degree at uni and she hopes to get into professional cycling but their parents wanted her to have a degree under her belt in case it all went to pot "what should I do about telling our parents?" He asks,clearly deliberating " I think you should Tom she's going to need a bit of care for a little while and head trauma can be the root cause of other things such as epilepsy, if I were her mum I'd want to know" I say empathising "you're right, I'll ring them now, thank you Sam" he says brushing my lips with a kiss. "You ring them,I'll see about getting another CT,the films on the last scan weren't that bad,but obviously she wasn't in there for long" I say exasperated "good plan" Tom replies, phone in hand ready to break the news to his parents. He backs away, I watch as his face contorts,obviously receiving grief from his parents,I watch him chew his lip again trying to suppress his temper, he seems to think that what happened to Grace was his fault and by the looks of it so do his parents. "That could of gone better" Tom sighs, he looks exhausted ,as dark circles form under his eyes "I'll go and grab some of her stuff then" he says turning, I expect him to kiss me goodbye but he simply turns on his heels and strides towards his scrappy car.

Sorry this is such a crappy chapter, I'll make the next update much more interesting...-Liv