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DennisDaMenace x

AdamPOV

We were sat on the sofa in the staffroom for what felt like hours.

"Where the hell is the fire crew? Did Noel call them?" I asked Kirsty, breaking the awkward silence.

"He needed to call lockdown, and get everyone out! I think the patient's safety was more important than ours!" She responded.

"Holby Control to Holby 3005, do you copy? Holby 3005, do you copy?" I heard. The noise was coming from under the table.

Polly's walkie-talkie was there, so I picked up the small bit of tech and said, "Holby 3005 to Holby Control, this is Dr. Adam Trueman, and Staff Nurse Kirsty Clements. Can you please send police and the fire brigade, as we're trapped in the staffroom of Holby ED. We think there is a bomb under the floorboards, over."

"God thank you, Polly!" Kirsty breathed.

"It's not that simple Kirst. The slightest movement could set that thing off. We can't get out and no-one can get in." I told her.

I can't believe this is the way we're gonna die. I thought.

I sat there with Kirsty, staring into space, but neither of us saying a word. Kirsty's mobile decided to break the silence. "Who is it?" I asked, but she let it ring. "Why did you do that?"

"It's just Warren, he'll leave a voicemail." She answered. There was a bleep and a menacing voice.

"Where the hell are you? We've got reservations at five-thirty! Get your fuckin' ass home NOW! I don't care if there is a RTC or what the fuck it's called. I want to know who the fuck you're with and when you're gonna be home!" He screamed down the phone. She looked at the mobile, not saying a word.

"Are you alright?" I asked her. She turned her face away from me and started sobbing. "Come on Kirsty, it can't be that bad!" I tried to help, but I made it worse.

"You don't know what the hell I'm going through! He beats the shit out of me every night! I'm so worried, every night I go home, he's there waiting for me. And there's nothing I can do, but take it." She cried, tears streaming down her face. I reached out again, but she pulled away, taking out her mobile. She went into 'Contacts' and selected 'Warren'.

"Hey, Warren." She said, her voice wavering.

"'Hey'? That's all I get?" he shouted down the phone.

"Warren? Please, listen to me..." She reasoned.

"No! Where the fuck are you? Are you still at the hospital? Who are you with?"

"I'm at the hospital, with Dr. Trueman, Adam." She told Warren, looking worried.

"Right, I'm coming over, and bringing Nita as well."

"No there's really no need." She said.

"Why are you with Adam, lunch was two hours ago?" Warren asked, getting annoyed.

"We're stuck in the staffroom. There's a bomb under the floor and if either of us try to leave, we could blow the whole hospital!" She shouted.

"I'm coming over, NITA, get your coat…"

The line went dead.

"He's gonna see us together. Shit. He'll kill me if I get out of here alive!" She cried.

I walked over to her and put my head on top of hers. She turned round and collapsed into my chest.

The lockdown alarm shut off. "What the hell?" I said.

Two fire officers ran through the doors. "Wait, stay back!" I shouted to the officers.

"If you come any closer, the whole place might go up! You'll have to tell us what to do from there. We've got a walkie-talkie. It's number 3005." I said, waving the communicator.

"Hol…by…300…5. Do you…copy?" The voice said.

"Yes, Holby 3005 to St. Andrew's Fire Station, over." I said into the communicator.