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 got sent back to prison after he slit Kirsty's throat, and you thought I'd kill her! Anyway, now we can see everyone's reactions to what happened earlier that day.

P.S. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and I love anyone who has faved me, not really, but you get the gist... Keep 'em coming? Ta x

DennisDaMenace x

AdamPOV

"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.

KirstyPOV

The last memory I had was of Adam by the door, and my husband holding me hostage at knife-point. He slit my throat, and left me to die, not letting Adam treat me.

I was now in cubicles, so that Adam and Tess could monitor me, not letting me leave until they thought everything was okay. My neck was bandaged and I had wires in me, sticking out all over the place.

Adam now made frequent visits, checking up on me. He'd arranged Warren's mother, Kathy, to bring Nita from school, sending a note to the school warning them about me and her dad.

On his most recent visit, Adam brought me a huge bouquet of flowers and the other members of the staff got me an enormous box of chocolates, which Adam wouldn't let me touch them because of my throat. He said, "Your throat's too delicate, you're likely to re-open the wound if you eat hard food."

But I was so hungry! I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday, I skipped it this morning and been unconscious for the better half of today.

I asked Jay on his next pop-in if he would make me a chicken soup, after practically begging Tess, who thought it perfectly fine. Adam was just being precautious, as always.

Jay brought me the soup and today's paper, also a snippet of the article three weeks back of me and Adam, which he pinned on the wall next to my head. He'd also made a sign for my cubicle, reading, 'V.I.N – Very Important Nurse, Not to be disturbed – only by handsome doctors, e.g. Adam Trueman.' That earned him a slap.

He walked out of the cubicle with a huge red mark on his arm, where my hand had 'accidentally slipped', according to me...

Adam went out of his way to make sure I was alright, comfortable and safe. He brought my pills, water and sat there telling me his side of the story as I drifted off to sleep. I felt his hand in mine as I was dreaming.

It's breakfast time, Nita is sitting on the table reading 'Girl Talk' and I was sipping a cup of coffee. Adam walked down the stairs in his pyjamas, as usual, and greeted me with a passionate kiss. As his lips met mine, I no longer felt the feeling I had when I was with Warren. I and Adam were happily married, and Nita was his step-daughter, but she said he was more of a dad than Warren ever was. Adam swore on his life that he would never hurt us, and never leave me. Everything felt normal.

Polly, Jeff and Dixie visited me later that day, once I'd woken from my dream. Polly gave me a white teddy bear holding a heart which said, 'Get well beary soon!' and Jeff and Dixie gave me a card.

Nick, Zoe and Tess had gotten me cards, all reading more or less the same thing. 'Get well soon,' or, 'Sorry,' it's so annoying how people can show so much sympathy.

Adam had contacted Holby Police Station, telling them not to bring Warren here again, because of what happened, and surprisingly they agreed.

Ten minutes after told me this, Jay came in, saying I had a visitor.

"Nita!" I cried, and she rushed over and hugged me, squeezing all the air out of my lungs.

"What happened? Are you alright?" she asked all at once.

"Your dad, sweetheart... That's what happened. Once I'm well enough for Adam and Mr. Jordan to discharge me, I'm getting divorced, whether Warren likes it or not," I told her, clutching both her hands in mine.

"Calm down, Nita," said Kathy, emerging from behind the curtain and placing her hands on Nita's shoulders.

"How are you Kirsty? I'm sorry for what Warren did; Dr. Trueman filled me in outside when we arrived." Kathy asked, and apologizing for her son's erratic behaviour.

"I'm okay, and it's okay; he can't hurt me from where he is now," I told her, shuddering.

"Well, get well soon. And, err. I'll see you later," she said, patting me on the shoulder, and leaving me and Nita alone.

"Behave, you," she smiled, nodding towards Nita, "Do you want to sleepover mine, you don't wanna be home alone?" she asked the young teen perching on my bed.

"Sure, mum will you be alright here?" she asked me.

"Yeah, Jay and Adam will keep me company!" I said, hugging Nita and smiling at Kathy. "You go home and pack some clothes; you've got your key haven't you?" I asked Nita.

"Yes mum," she cringed, rolling her eyes, smiling.

"Good, well off you go," I said, giving her another hug and kissing her cheek.

They both left, and I drifted off to sleep again, dreaming of Adam and all my friends here now that I had decided to get divorced.

A/N: So, what do you think? I know Kathy may be a little OOC, but Jay was still as cocky!

Please keep the reviews coming, and I'll try and get the next part up by the end of the week, because I've no rehearsals this week.

DennisDaMenace x