Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Casualty, or anything else you recognize. I'm not the BBC (British Broadcasting Company).

A/N: Warren was holding Kirsty hostage last time, now she's unconscious and barely alive, :/ What can Adam do to save her, or will it be too late?

DennisDaMenace x

KirstyPOV

I walked over to Warren to change his bandage on his head but he grabbed my arm, and chained the spare hand cuff to my wrist.

"Adam-" I tried to shout, but Warren's hand covered my mouth, before I could finish my plea.

He uncuffed his other hand, immediately swapping his hand for mine. He stood up, grabbing a scalpel, and holding it to my throat.

I winced as the cold metal was pressed against my skin, almost drawing blood, but not enough pressure to suffocate me.

"One step closer, Adam Trueman or any of you, and I use this!" Warren shouted, making all the heads outside the door turn to face us.

"Kirsty!" Adam shouted, but I shook my head.

"Adam, don't give him what he wants!" I said, struggling against the knife that was pressed against my neck.

I suddenly moved my head, causing the scalpel to cut my neck open, making me loose vast amounts of blood every minute that passed.

My head became heavier, and started drooping. Warren let me go, allowing me collapse to the floor.

AdamPOV

I knew something was wrong as soon as I left RESUS.

Warren had hold of Kirsty by the throat, and was holding a scalpel.

"Kirsty!" I yelled, but she shook her head.

"Don't give him what he wants!" she warned, struggling against Warren's grip.

Her head jerked to the left, allowing Warren to drag the knife along her neck. He held her there for a few moments, letting the blood slide down her neck as I stood there, helpless.

Warren let Kirsty fall to the floor before taunting me. "Come and save your princess, Charming!"

"Why don't you save your lover?" he asked, sneering and stepping closer.

"Can you let her live? Just once?" I asked, checking Kirsty's pulse. Weak and thready, she'd lost a lot of blood and needed a transfer.

"Get out of my way, Warren!" I yelled, rising to my feet. "I need to treat her, else she'll die," I told him.

"No, if I can't have her, then neither can you!" he choked, staggering slightly. The blow to his head obviously made Warren dizzy, and he was starting to lose his balance.

"You're exhausted. You can't keep this up for much longer, Warren," I told him, reaching out, waiting for him to give me the scalpel.

"Sod off back to your office and do some paperwork," he said, lunging for me, but I dodged his fist, and he toppled to the floor.

"Can I get some help?" I asked, pinning Warren to the floor, who was semi-conscious.

The security man who was handcuffed to Warren in the first place ran in and arrested him again.

I went back over to Kirsty, her body sprawled over the floor, helplessly. I knelt down on one knee, and picked her up as I had done a year ago after her accidental overdose.

"Tess, with me next door, Lenny chase bloods, I want four pints of A Positive, Jay, Zoe and Nick with me please!" I instructed, and everyone followed me, cradling Kirsty close to my chest.

I kicked the doors open and ran in, placing Kirsty on the bed. Checking for a pulse again, I found none.

Tess walked over to me, and noticed the horrified look on my face.

"No pulse, get her on the machine, NOW!" I yelled, commanding my team, determined not to lose her.

I placed the Blood Pressure monitor clip onto her finger and turned the machine on.

No output. There was a single pitched note, buzzing through the air. I grabbed the defribulator, and asked Tess to take off her scrub top.

I placed the jell-pads onto her chest and charged up the clamps.

"Stand clear," warned Nick, "Shocking," he said, waiting for feedback from the machine.

"Come on Kirsty!" I yelled, preparing to shock her again. The same happened, her lifeless body shook as the electric pulse flowed through her.

"One more, come on!" I said, charging the clamps again and shocking her.

Nothing.

Tears flooded from my eyes, and I started chest compressions. "COME ON!" I shouted, beating her chest to try to start her heart again.

"Lenny!" Nick said, "Get the blood in her now," he told the Doctor who'd just arrived with the blood that may go to waste if we didn't get Kirsty's heart working again.

I bent my head over her's and started mouth-to-mouth. Breathing in deeply, I gave her a huge lung-full of oxygen, hoping she'd respond somehow.

Lenny had the blood in her now, and the colour was slowly returning to her white face.

There was a sudden gasp, and she was back with us.

A/N: You really think I'd kill Kirsty and let Warren get his way? She's alive! :)

Well, any ideas or reviews are welcome, and thanks to you if you've stuck with this story till now...

DennisDaMenace x