No matter how small the risks are they always affect somebody. In this instance it seems the happy Ormerod news just wasn't meant to be. Jill suffered some discomfort throughout the day but nothing worth worrying over, so she'd thought. But by the evening, after a hectic and traumatic few hours, Jill began to realise that just maybe something wasn't right.
Along with Matron and Mr. Carnegie she was walking down the corridor discussing a patient when the pain in her lower abdomen started to take over. And as well as she tried to hide it all, it was impossible. Her colleagues realised something was wrong; her breathing became heavy and unsteady as she clutched her side.
'Jill?' remarked Carnegie, shocked at the poor woman's position
'Here take my arm' offered Matron, as Jill doubled over in pain
'I just need to sit down I think. I'm sorry I'm fine, I'm fine really' her voice tailored off as she tried to straighten up whilst Adam and Matron held onto her. 'I'm okay' but no sooner had she stood tall was she gone. Jill headed towards the floor as Adam tried to soften her fall before running off to get held. He left Matron to attend to Jill who now lay on the floor unconscious.