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Voices began to penetrate the oblivion

'Is she badly hurt?'

'Was there any ID?'

'Do we knoho she is?'

Much later… 'It's been 6 hours, when is she going to wake up?'

'Can't tell, Sir Be patient These things take time'

'Come on 'Jane' You can wake up now'

Thecah the hospitalThe room was airy and well appointed with only one bed The framed prints on the walls, the ensuite bathroom and LCD TV declared its status as a private institution Pale dawn light, filtering through half drawn curtains, revealed, laying still, a slight figure of a young woes while covers hid a variety of nasty scrapes and purple bruises A lone flower arrangeet well cards stood testament to her lack of identity Beside the bed with face buried in his hands sat her silent sentinel, exhausted but vigilant

Lifting his head Ethan stared at the sleeping figure willing her to wake up

She has to wake up

Once again his thoughts traveled back to the afternoon before

After the initial shock of the tackle, the anger of the phone and the plans, not toof what had happened hit hiure he sahat he first thought was a young girl lying there with blood pouring fro them was mass confusion as labourers and bystanders crowded around to help - ringing 000, offering first aid, accusations, apologies, crying and he presues continued to flicker like a horroron about the crane, lying only ht?

'Just irl' his head shaking in dis Medics insisting on checking hi his pathetic excuse for an injury while all he wanted to do was to watch over his saviour, his view blocked by other h check up, the lack of infor

Then

Ethan shifted unco the scene once again in his head Guilt assailed hiht had landed on her head Typical woht unfairly Concussion the doctors said but no fracture Lucky girl they said But still she lies asleep