Connie was upstairs visiting Grace the day after, she felt tired and weak due to the night before.

'Mummy are you okay?' Grace asked

'Yes Sweetheart, just a little tired that's all' Connie weakly smiled at her daughter.

'okay' Grace smiled back 'Do you know when I will be able to go home Mummy?'

'Not for a little while poppet' Connie placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead

Grace sighed 'will I always feel this poorly?'

'Not this poorly, but sometimes you will be but you will learn to control it.'

'Mummy I don't want diabetes, It makes you feel funny'

'I'm sorry sweetheart, but I can't do anything.' a tear fell down Connie's face

Grace reached out for her mother's hand, Connie held it tightly never wanting to let it go.

Grace then suddenly started to go very pale and the grip on her mother's hand was loosened.

'Grace, baby? are you okay?!' Connie panicked

Grace started to get very hot and restless

'Mummy, do something to make me better!' Grace said weakly

'I can't baby, I'm sorry!'

Her monitors started to go off, following a team of specialized doctors and nurses to deal with Grace's condotion

'Her Pancreas can't process the insulin!' A doctor shouted

'Mrs Beauchamp, we're going to have to ask you to step outside please whilst we help Grace.' A nurse instructed

'No! NO! I'm not leaving her' Connie shouted

'Mrs Beauchamp it'll be better for both you and Grace' The nurse informed her

'No!' Connie insisted

Grace Lay there unconscious receiving emergency help from the team around her.

'Mrs Beauchamp, please?'

Connie nodded and walked out of her daughter's room

Connie stood outside her breathing rapidly increasing again, she didn't have Cal to help her, he was downstairs in the ED. So she grabbed her phone and text him saying: 'I NEED you now'

Cal received a message and knew immediately Connie was going to have another attack by the sense of panic in the text. He quickly replied 'Coming xxx' and ran upstairs where he found Connie.

Connie was leaning against the wall trying to breathe properly but it just wasnt working.

'Connie, Breathe for me baby.' Cal said running up to her.

Between breaths Connie replied 'I'm... Trying...'

Connie grabbed Cal's hand as she passed out onto the floor. Cal put her into the recovery permission as other doctors ran up with a bed

'get her down to the ED now!' Insisted a doctor helping them

they rushed Connie down stairs

'This is Connie Beauchamp, 43 years old. Collapsed after having a panic attack. Her pulse is incredibly low.'

They wheeled Connie into resus as the team stood shocked at Connie. Zoe ran over to help

'Connie can you squeeze my hand if you can hear me?'

Zoe got a light squeeze from Connie

'That's it Connie, can you try and open your eyes for me?'

Connie opened her eyes and panic surrounded her thoughts immediately

'Connie you need to breathe slowly for me.' Instructed Zoe

Connie shook her head and Cal ran through the doors seeing her struggle again

'Baby, In for 3 1... 2... 3... and out 1... 2... 3...'

Connie slowed her breathing down after Cal took control she always felt much calmer when he calmed her down.

Zoe looked puzzled at them both, Cal just looked her as if to say don't ask I'll explain later.

'Connie I need to weigh you' Zoe said

Connie nodded wearily but did as she told and walked over to scales and shut her eyes as Zoe read off the scales

'Connie may I ask how tall you are?' Zoe asked worried

'5'5. Why?'

'Connie, you're very under weight for your height. Do we need to have a chat?'

'What?! How much do I weigh?!'

'6 Stone... you need to be at least 8 to be borderline healthy weight.'

Cal got very worried and held his girlfriends hand

'Zoe..' Connie broke down 'I've been finding it so hard recently i just don't have time to eat, I'm running around like a headless chicken, my stress levels are way to high, I'm not sleeping...' The list was endless

'Connie what you're going through is very hard right now but I don't want you to become ill and right now your very close'

'I'm sorry I just cant cope anymore, that's it Connie Beauchamp has cracked' Connie said between tears

Cal kissed her head 'We'll get you through this baby, I'll help you and Grace as much as you need.'

Connie reached out for his hand and held it tight