Brooke continued comforting Madison but she was inconsolable. Earlier on the phone, Adam had told her exactly what was wrong with the poor girl and that the authorities had been alerted. She looked up to see Scott watching. He was kneeling not too far away but he was swaying unsteadily and not moving any closer. Brooke had heard Erica talking briefly on the phone as she followed Marissa into the bathroom. She mentioned drugs; that would certainly explain Scott's glazed expression.

Suddenly from the next door Erica cried out for help. Her voice was loud and urgent and Brooke was left with the dilemma how to respond. She couldn't just abandon a broken down Madison and a sky-high Scott.

With some cajoling Brooke got Scott to move closer.

"It's not her fault." she said softly. "She's not herself. She needs your love and support more than ever…"

Scott reached out to Madison who still clung to Brooke's waist. At his touch the desperate young woman released her grip. She collapsed against his chest letting out great sobs.

"You don't love me… you don't love me."

Even in his doped up state Scott wrapped his arms around her, kissed her brow and whispered;

"Of course I do."

Brooke watched them as she backed towards the door to find out why Erica had been calling for help. The crying out had stopped now, but clearly something bad had happened for Erica to sound so distressed.

Brooke peered into the bathroom to find Marissa sprawled out on the floor and Erica was doing frantic chest compression against her ribcage.

She was muttering under her breath.

"Breathe… Come on breathe… You're not going to die… I'm not going to let you…"

"What happened?" Brooke asked.

"She stopped breathing." said Erica, looking up with a look of pure panic in her eyes. "But she can't die… she can't" With that she bent down to perform mouth-to-mouth; two breaths and then she returned to the chest compressions.

"What can I do?" Brooke asked.

Erica nodded to a cell phone that was sat beside her.

"I called 911." she said. "Talk to them…"

Brooke picked up the phone and held it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello," said the woman at the other end of the phone. "Are you the Brooke that Erica mentioned?"

"I am." said Brooke.

"Can you tell me what is happening?"

"Erica is doing CPR. Marissa… she's not moving…"

"Okay, the ambulance is on the way. I know you're at the Hotel Plaza but to make it easier for us to find you could you give me your floor and room number?"

"Yes… yes, of course: Fourth floor; Room 375."

"Wonderful, I'll relay that to the paramedics. Now as I understand it there is someone else there who had been exposed to the same drug. What is their condition?"

Brooke stepped back to the doorway to look through to Scott and Madison. He was rocking Madison gently, stroking her hair and singing gently to her.

"He's a little spaced… if that is the term. But he seems okay." said Brooke.

"And the woman who had the breakdown?"

"She's calm now. They think it might be a medical problem… post-natal something."

"So you're not at risk from her?"

"No. She's just crying now."

"Alright, thank you for that." said the operator. There was a rustle of papers before she spoke again. "Right, I can tell you that the ambulance is just two minutes away. Keep up the CPR. It's going to be okay."

Brooke looked to Erica who was still frantically blowing breaths into Marissa's lungs.

"Two minutes." she reported.

…

It felt like a thousand years rather than the minute and a half it really took before the paramedic's charged into the room. They went straight to Marissa's side; checking her over and then hooking her up to a defibrillator. One shock was all it took to get her heart started again.

"We've got a pulse!" exclaimed the paramedic. He applied an oxygen mask over Marissa's face before he and his colleague swiftly lifted her into a stretcher and carried her out of the room.

Erica, who had been moved aside by the paramedics as they got to work, quickly followed.

"I have to come with her." she said.

"Are you family?" the medic asked.

"Yes." said Erica firmly. "Yes I am!"

…

Brooke stepped out of the bathroom when the paramedic's began to treat Marissa. She found two more paramedics and two police officers surrounding Scott and Madison.

One of the cops had handcuffs in his hands, clearly intending to arrest Madison, only Scott wasn't letting her go.

"She's sick too." said Brooke, trying to intervene.

"We are aware of that." said the officer. "But we also understand that she is dangerous. We need to take every precaution, please step back and let us do our job."

Brooke reluctantly moved to one side.

The cop was talking calmly to Scott asking him to move away from Madison.

Madison was starring wide eyed at the Police Officer, clinging desperately to Scott and crying out.

"I didn't kill them! I didn't kill my babies!"

Scott just looked confused by the whole situation unfolding around him.

What neither of them, noticed was the second officer moving behind Scott.

It happened very quickly after that. The second cop wrestled Scott to the side while the first cop suddenly had a screaming Madison face down on the carpet and was cuffing her hands behind her back. The two paramedics rushed to assess Scott's condition while Madison was still being pinned to the carpet by the cop.

It all seemed so unnecessarily rough to Brooke's eyes.

"She's sick." said Brooke again; grabbing the officer by the shoulder. "Let her go. It's not her fault! She's needs just as much help and medical attention as everyone else here. Maybe more! And this isn't helping!"

The cop sighed but let go his grip of Madison.

The poor woman was left sobbing into the carpet.

"But I didn't kill my babies…" she moaned pathetically. "It wasn't my fault they died! It's not my fault he cheated…"

She clearly had no more idea about what was happening than Scott did.

In the end Madison left in the same ambulance as Scott only she had one of the cops as an escort.

Brooke found herself alone in the hotel with the other Police Officer. He pulled a note book from his pocket.

"So could you tell me exactly happened here tonight?"

Brooke gave him a wry smile.

"I'm not sure I can." she said. "But I can try."

…