"What's your point Charlie." She said, her voice wavering.

"I'm just saying, no-one blames you for being shaken up, I just think you should take the time that you need-" he was cut off as the clinical lead turned and stalked away. She made her way to the staffroom, unable to control herself anymore.

Locking the door, she turned to face the wall, breathing deeply. But it didn't help. Quickly placing her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, she let out a devastated sob, her cheeks becoming stained with the tears she was unable to withhold. She looked through the window with wide, scared eyes before turning her back to the wall and sliding down it as her knees collapsed beneath her, her hand still over her sobbing mouth.

All she saw, wherever she looked, were images of the car on its side, her colleagues injured, and blood. Lots of blood.

It all happened so fast. She hadn't seen the car, nobody had. And now Ethan was in resus, Ash was trapped and Lily had to be brought in on an ambulance trolley. Tess was ok, thank god, otherwise Charlie would never have forgiven her. She just had some scrapes. She was lucky.

The woman felt a twinge of pain as her now strapped up wrist was shaking violently, just like the rest of her body. When she regained consciousness at the scene, the first thing she felt was the pain. Then it was fear. The kind of fear that seeped into your soul like frost creeping through the window pane. She could hear the muffles groans of Ash, and the terrified, panicky screams of her most promising doctor who thanks to her little jaunt out, may never treat another patient again.

Then she heard the sound of the ambulance siren, and the frost seeped from her body melted. When she heard Jeff's voice, it was like her knight in shining armour. Someone to help her, to make sure her team were ok, and to tell her everything will be alright. She was so overcome with emotion, she almost broke down right before his very eyes.

"It's ok, I'm here." He said, watching as the lead of the ED tried to control her breathing and keep up her strong, emotionless reputation. All she could manage was a smile before Jeff got to work. Afterwards, he handed her his jacket as he noticed the woman was shaking.

But she wasn't cold, no. She was petrified, at the thought of losing her colleagues who deep down, she did care about. She was petrified at the thought that it could have been her trapped under the seats, or ended up wedged under the wheel. But most of all, she was petrified at the thought that Ethan may never regain consciousness, or that Ash may not be freed in time.

She sat there on the cold, hard tiles for what seemed like an age, just crying, sobbing, howling. Freeing herself from the thoughts that were plaguing her mind.

She would never be able to forgive herself if she lost one of her team. Because underneath her tough exterior, was a woman who genuinely did care about the people she worked with. Here she was, breaking down on the staffroom floor, her wrist paining her like the possibility of a death that would hit too close to home in her ED that day. She had emotions too, but she could conceal them most of the time.

But not this time.

Oh no, because Connie Beauchamp was just like everyone else.

She was human.