There will be slight mentions of Holby City characters every now and again, but they won't be used a lot. Also, I sort of know where this is going, but if you have any suggestions, please tell me.

Chapter 6

Sam had just finished her shift. About an hour ago, she had a text from Tom to say, 'can you come up to the CT theater after your shift?' She made her way up there. She saw Tom crying and was worried. He was also hugging someone. Who?

"Tom?" She walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He just turned round and hugged her extremely tight, crying on her shoulder. "What's wrong? Joey's OK, isn't he?"

"I think so. I'm just so worried about him," was Tom's muffled response.

"He'll be fine."

"You don't know that, Sam."

"He seems a strong kid, right? He'll be able to make it."

"She's right, Tom. You know Joey can handle anything," said the unknown person.

"Chloe?" Sam guessed.

"Sam? Oh, I haven't seen you for ages!" said Chloe.

"It's good to see you. I heard about Benny. I'm sorry. Where are the kids?"

"There with my mother, at our house."

Just then, the theater doors opened and out came Joey.

Tom leapt to his side and took his hand. "How is he?"

"He's fine. We're going to move him to ITU. He should wake up within the next twelve hours. When we get to ITU, we will remove the ventilator, as he can breathe independently," explained the surgeon, who was the ice-queen Jac Naylor.

"Thank you," spoke Tom.

They let the bed go first. Sam put her arm around Tom's waist and he put his arm round her shoulders, as they walked behind.

Chloe said she would go now, after hearing that Joey would be fine. She said she would visit the next day with the kids, if that was OK. Tom agreed and they said goodbye.

It had been about four hours since they had entered ITU, Sam had gone to get them both a coffee, and Tom was sat in the chair beside the bed. He had his head back and his eyes closed. He was hoping that he would open his eyes and it'd all be some cruel nightmare.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Sam entered the room. He noticed Zoe was behind her. Shit, he thought. He was supposed to go see her.

"Hey Tom," Zoe greeted him.

"Hey Zoe."

"I thought I would come and say what's happened today, while you were up here," Zoe started.

Tom looked at her confused. "What do you mean?"

"I called the police and they arrested your mother at scene. I'm so sorry, Tom. Her injuries were too much and she died," Zoe finished and Sam went forward and put her arm around Tom.

"So what's going to happen now?"

"Well I've been told that they, the police, need to do a full investigation. Joey may have to give a statement, if the case goes to court." Zoe let this sink in, before she continued. "I need to speak to you about having time off. No way am I letting you come into work while Joey is here. He will need care at home, so you can't come into work. You may be able to get others to help, but I think you should be there for at least a month, from when he gets home."

"I haven't seen him for a while. If I can have some more time off, I'd be happy to stay at home," Tom told them.

"I can give you an extra month off, is that OK?" Zoe offered.

"That's great," replied Tom and smiled. He could be with his little brother again. He'd never really felt like wanting anything more, than knowing his brothers and sisters were safe. He'd never say it aloud, but Joey was his favourite sibling. He did feel sorry for him to have seen so many things in such a short time.

Tom felt so great. He had the two people he loved the most with him. Now he knew he'd be safe and they would be, too. He couldn't ask for better people to be here, than Joey and Sam.