They rushed her into resus and hooked her up to the monitors whilst a crowd of doctors examined her. My body wouldn't move so I just stood there staring at her.

"Tom?" Nick called.
"Yes, Mr Jordan." I replied.
"You're not needed here anymore, so you can either leave or wait outside. But first, Lloyd?"
"Yes, Mr Jordan!" A voice replied from a distance.
"Can you check Dr Kent's hand and check his oxygen stats please."
"Sure." Lloyd replied.
"How had he noticed that I had burnt my hand?" I thought to myself as Lloyd ferried me off to cubicles.

He told me to sit down and wait whilst he got what he needed and I did as I was told. I was desperate to sneak out and go back to resus where Ellie was being treated; I just needed to know if she was going to be ok or not.

Lloyd returned with some equipment and hooked me up to the monitor, then started examining my hand. I knew it wouldn't be long before the questions started coming; and I was right.
"What happened then?" Lloyd asked.
"Ellie lives opposite me; I got home and noticed black smoke coming from her house, so I went to check that everything was alright. I got there and there was no answer, so I went round the back and noticed that there was a fire in her lounge. I broke down the door but it was smoky so I couldn't see much and as I touched the door handle I burnt my hand. I just found her lying on the floor in the kitchen." I told him with a sense of sadness in my voice.
"Do you think she started it herself?" He questioned again.
"No, there was a man there. He was dressed in black, so I couldn't see who he was or what he looked like. He shot her whilst I was there and I think he stabbed her as well. He must have tried to kill her; he wouldn't let me help her when I told him I was a doctor." I replied: a tear in my eye as I spoke.
"Poor girl." He told me and I nodded.

"The wound isn't deep, so I'll clean and dress it. There's nothing wrong with your stats either, so you're free to go once I've finished." He told me as he finished unhooking me from the monitors.

About half an hour later, he finished dressing my hand and allowed me to go. I thanked him and left. The first place I went to was resus. I wanted to know how she was and I wasn't going to leave until I knew. She was the only thing that mattered now.

I got there just as Sam and Mr Jordan were talking outside. They stopped speaking when they saw me; there was obviously something they didn't want me to know. They both walked towards me and Mr Jordan walked past. He tried not to make eye-contact as he did. Sam came up to me and started speaking.
"I'm guessing you're here about Ellie?" She asked; I nodded.
"How is she?" I replied.
"She's fine, for the moment at least. She has sustained many injuries which have caused internal bleeding. We've managed to stem it for the mean time while we wait for a theatre slot but we can't say how long that could be or whether she'll be able to hold on that long."
"Ok, is she still unconscious?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes, we think she might be becoming comatose, so we've put her on a ventilator in case she does. Her oxygen levels are dangerously low though, so even if she wasn't we still would have put her on it." I just nodded. I couldn't believe what that stupid man had done to her and he was going to pay for it. "Would you like to see her?" She added.
"If that's ok." I replied.

We walked through to where she was and I just stood there; amazed at how different she now looked. She was barely recognisable with the burns, blood and wires.

"She's lucky to be alive." Sam told me as she ran her hand down Ellie's arm. I walked over and sat down on the end of the bed. She was pale through the black and red that remained. "I don't know why he did this." I said.
"Do you know who it was?" She asked.
"No, he was wearing a balaclava, so I couldn't see his face."
"Do you think she knows who it was?" Sam asked.
"Who knows? She may do, but we won't know unless she tells us." I said, I felt like crying then, the way she just lay there, helpless, made me want to switch places her. I hadn't known her long but I felt like I knew so much about her already and she didn't deserve this from what I had learnt. A tear silently rolled down my face and I just stared at her face.

Sam walked around the bed and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "She'll be ok Tom, she's a fighter." Sam said. I turned my head to her with a confused look on my face.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.

Sam handed me Ellie's patient notes and what I read next I would never have imagined.

(MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'LL UPDATE MORE AFTER CHRISTMAS!)