Martin returned home immediately, seeing Zoë lying on the floor of the bathroom beside the toilet.
"Hey... hey honey.." he whispered, placing his hands on her shoulder and her cheek while she opened her puffy eyes, she was so pale.
"I'm sorry.." she breathed, wiping her eyes.
"Don't be sorry; come on let's get you to the hospital." He said, slipping his arms under her legs and lifting her up bridal style out towards the car, placing her in the back seats.
She had fallen asleep again as Martin drove carefully towards the hospital, often slipping his hand behind him to take Zoe's hand, whispering that everything was going to be alright.

When he arrived at A&E, Martin called for some help and Zoe was carried into the hospital on a trolley.
"Her name is Zoë Flynn, shes 30 years old- shes about 16 weeks pregnant with triplets- she was being sick.. and bleeding all day, I found her passed out about half an hour ago." Martin explained, reluctant to let go of his wife's limp hand.
"Right we'll get her in for bloods and an immediate ultrasound." Informed one of the doctors,
Martin nodded, hating seeing Zoë so ill, she looked so lifeless, Martin was becoming more and more aware of her mortality and felt sick with worry before he heard a faint call.
"Mr McCafferson?"
He turned around to see Jemma standing a few feet away from him.
"Hey.." he responded with as much energy as he could muster, meanwhile holding back tears.
"What happened- is she alright?" Asked Jemma, trying to look over at Zoë who was surrounded by two nurses and a doctor.
Martin shook his head, "I don't know, she just collapsed- are- are you alright?"
"Yeah, it's just Ryan, his seizures have become more severe so he has to be moved to the ward." She explained,
"Oh... um, has Ollie been about?" He asked her, taking a gamble,
"Nope, he says he's having a nice time with his parents." She explained, breaking Martin's heart as he knew that Ollie was somewhere out here starving and injured badly.
"Excuse me, sir, Zoe is waking up." Interrupted a nurse, tapping his shoulder.
"Oh- Okay thanks... give my best to Ryan.." said Martin,
"Get your stitches sorted out too." Added Jemma, hugging him quickly before he walked back over to Zoë and sat on a chair beside her, taking her hands and stroking them with his thumbs. They closed the curtains to give them some privacy, and when Zoë opened her eyes she looked directly into Martin's.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, still stroking her hands.
She nodded but broke into tears, bringing her head to Martin's chest as he wrapped his arms around her back and held her close.
"Im not gonna leave you, whatever happens. You're my whole world." He whispered, kissing the top of her head before a doctor entered with an iPad and the nurses brought in what Martin assumed was the ultrasound kit. "You can do this." He added to her, splitting apart the hug as Zoe nodded and rolled up her t-shirt.

"Zoe, I think we're in luck." Said the Doctor, just before the muffled sounds of heart beats were heard, making Martin immediately blink back tears, looking down to Zoë who was biting her lip and gleaming at Martin.
"They all look fine, let's just see how their mother is." Said the doctor, turning off the ultra sound and taking out a syringe and taking blood out of both Zoe's arms.
"We'll be about five minutes." Said the doctor while the nurses blotted out the blood with cotton wool.
"How're you feeling?" Asked Martin, stroking her hair.
"Bit dizzy and humiliated but apart from that I'm fine." She said, placing one hand on his neck and kissing him quickly, "How was the meeting?"
"Pretty good, actually." He replied,
"You fit right in there with all the posh principles." She giggled, rubbing her hand down his tie.
"Posh man's wife." He murmured, grinning at her and kissing her forehead.
"-and kids." She added, placing a hand on her stomach while he kissed it.
"I love you." He told her before looking down to her abdomen, "I love you all."
Zoe wrapped her arms around Martin's neck as he brought his face to her chest, catching his breath and being thankful that she was okay.

When eventually the doctor came back with the results he diagnosed her as being seriously anaemic, hence why she had been fainting recently and why she had been so sick.

Martin remained beside her as she was injected with iron, and continued to hold her hand while more tests were done.

"Is that Lucy and Jem over there?" Asked Zoë, squinting at the cubical at the other side of the room.
"I think it is- I was speaking to Jemma- Ryan's in hospital." Said Martin.
"Go over and check how they are." Zoë told him, curious, but feeling too weak to move herself.
"If I must." Said Martin, kissing her hand before slipping away and walking over to the other cubical where Ryan lay on his bed, and Martin immediately felt a wave of nausea to how dreadful Ryan's pale and motionless complexion was now.
"Hello, mate." Greeted Martin, trying to seem confident and friendly.
"Hello, teacher." Ryan croaked in response, smiling, though his words were slightly slurred, "What are you doing in this hell hole?"
"My wife had a little blip and collapsed." Martin told him,
"God- is-she Okay?" Asked Ryan, his eyes widening slightly.
"Yeah shes better now. How you keeping, Ryan?" Martin questioned while Lucy gave Martin her seat to sit beside Ryan.
"Brilliant. What's the suit all about?" Ryan asked, speaking quite slowly to maintain his normal voice.
"Had a meeting this morning." He replied,
"Freaking business man." Chuckled Ryan, giving a genuine smile.
Martin couldn't think of anything else to say. He tried to avoid looking down at the tubes that were pumping fluid and drugs into him, because he knew that Ryan didn't want to be treated differently.
"You're the best, mate." He said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah. I am." Ryan agreed, making Martin laugh, "go on and take care of your missus, and give her my best. She's amazing. And so are you."
Martin smiled at him, giving a brief dip of his head before standing up and hugging Jemma and Lucy then walking back over to take care of Zoë.
That was the last he ever saw of Ryan.