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Zoe took a deep breath, and in her arms, the boys seemed to calm as well, looking between her and their father. A small hand reached across Zoe, as they sought reassurance from each other, and glancing down, Zoe fought to stop her sob as she saw the boys wriggle across to each other, wrapping their small arms around each other in a hug. Standing up slowly, Zoe was relieved when the boys didn't move, the solace they'd found in each other enough for the time being, and Zoe was going to take advantage of that.

"PJ" she whispered hoarsely. "PJ, you have to let me see her. Please PJ, come on, you have to let me see her," she coaxed, catching his eyes and almost flinching at the fear she saw there.

"Zo, I can't lose her, not now, not – not again, I can't – " his voice was tight, the words running into one another as she slowly moved over to him, glancing back at the boys who stood motionless, staring at the unfolding drama in front of them.

"PJ," Zoe gently knelt down in front of them, running a careful hand over Maggie's hair, a comforting, soothing movement that ended with a surreptitious check of Maggie's pulse.

A noise behind her distracted her for a moment, and Zoe had never been so glad to see exactly who it was that got out of the car that had drawn up on the side of the road. Tom Croydon stared at her for a few long moments, before Zoe nodded both in response to his unanswered question, and then over towards the two little boys who stood wrapped in a hug, clinging to one another in a show of support as they desperately tried to make sense of what was going on around them.

"Tom? Joe?" Tom Croydon knelt down next to them, gently unwrapping them and lifting them up. "How about you two come and sit in my car with me, and we let Zoe talk to Daddy and make Mummy better?"

Wordlessly, the twins let Tom pick them up, burrowing their small heads into his neck, trusting him as he took them back to the car and sat in the back with them. Tom looked back over his shoulder as he carried them, his worried gaze catching Zoe's eyes, staring at her, begging her to help Maggie.

Nick, meanwhile, had moved over to PJ and Maggie, kneeling down behind PJ and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"She's going to be ok, mate," he was whispering, "She's going to be ok. You have to let her go, lay her down for a moment, you have to let Zoe do her thing, you know that Peej, lay her down, just for a moment," he continued, his hand still on his best friend's shoulder, feeling the tension and fear emanating from PJ. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only seconds more, of pleading and comforting from Nick, PJ's scared blue eyes pinned both Zoe and then Nick.

"Nick?"

"Trust me Peej. Let Zoe look at her. Zoe can help her. Please PJ, let – "

A tear trickled down Zoe's cheek as PJ turned to look at her, gently placing his whole world on the ground for Zoe to tend to.

"Help her Zo, please, I – she can't – I couldn't – " Nick gently reached forward and wrapped PJ in his arms, drawing him back slightly to give Zoe some room to work. He continued to hold PJ, keeping him from collapsing as PJ's entire concentration lay on what Zoe was doing for Maggie.

"She'll be all right mate," Nick whispered again, "Maggie's a fighter, she'll be ok. Just let Zoe work her magic,"

Having checked her once again, Zoe gently placed Maggie in the recovery position, stroking her blonde hair out of her face as she did so.

"PJ?"

PJ didn't respond, his mind elsewhere as he desperately willed her to wake up, prayed that Maggie would open her eyes again and either yell, hit him, even kiss him - he didn't care, whatever it was, he just wanted her to wake up. Needed – oh god, needed - her to wake up.

"PJ!" she repeated, as Nick gently shook PJ's shoulder, breaking him from his connection with Maggie.

The terror was back in PJ's eyes as he suddenly looked over at her, her voice breaking through his thoughts. "Zoe? What is it? What's – "

"Peej, calm down mate, let Zoe speak" cam a voice from behind him, and PJ forced himself to breathe.

"Ok?" Zoe asked, and PJ gave a hesitant nod.

"What's…" his voice tapered away.

"I'm not sure, not a hundred percent, but, PJ, I think she had a panic attack. I think, - " Zoe looked around, seeing the dark, disused buildings off in the near distance. " It was here, wasn't it? The rail yards? This was where – "

PJ nodded before she could finish, unable to hear the words spoken, and behind him, he heard Nick groan softly, the pressure on his shoulder tightening momentarily.

"Oh mate, I'm sorry," Nick whispered. "I'm so sorry"

In front of him, PJ saw Zoe's eyes fill with guilt, and for a moment – just for a moment – PJ hated her. Truly, horrifically and utterly hated her. Pinned her with all of the emotions that had decimated him since Maggie had gone out there in the first place. Hated her with a passion so strong that he had to hold himself back from reaching across Maggie and reacting. His whole body tensed, and yet, as quickly as it came, the emotion passed and he looked down at his Maggie, alive again, alive and there, beside him, breathing, living, and his whole world was her. His whole world was Maggie Doyle, and the past didn't matter, all that mattered was her.

Behind him, Nick relaxed, having felt PJ react, having felt him tense up and knowing exactly what he was thinking. PJ was barely hanging on at the moment, and having someone to blame, however deserving that blame was, well, Nick didn't like to think about that. The relief that flooded through him as PJ calmed down was all to obvious to Zoe as her husband glanced over at her.

"PJ, I'm sorry" Zoe whispered. "I thought she'd – "

"It's ok, Zoe. It's ok. You didn't – I'm sorry, I – " PJ took a very deep breath, reaching over and taking Maggie's hand before looking up at Zoe, an apology written all over his face. " You didn't do it on purpose, you wouldn't do that. This, all of this, it's not your fault. I know that and Mags does too, it's just that – " his blue eyes took in their surroundings again and he shuddered, before looking back at Maggie and placing his whole concentration on her. " Zoe, why isn't she waking up?"

Zoe looked down at Maggie, a thousand reasons crossing her mind, before settling on the hopefully most likely.

"I think she's just exhausted, and her body is giving her some time to catch up and rest'" she said, once again checking Maggie's pulse and breathing. She glanced up at PJ. "She's alive PJ. She's breathing, her pulse is strong, and she's alive. Hold onto that, PJ, just hold on to that," she said, glancing around again and pulling herself to her feet, sighing with relief as another vehicle drew up.