Suddenly the police ran in, grabbing Alex by the wrists and pulling him backwards, locking on the handcuffs.
"Martin? Martin!" Called Zoe, running over to him who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
"No.. no Jesus no.." she whimpered, seeing the blood leaking from his stomach. The other five came beside him too.
"Martin.. please Martin.." begged Zoe, putting her hand on his cheek, "where the hell is the ambulance?!"
"It's coming.." Whispered Jemma, her eyes watering.
"Come on, sir." Gulped Ollie.
Seeing him lie limp on the floor, covered in his own blood.
Martin's eyes gradually flickered open. Zoe had her hands on his cheeks.
"Is everyone.. is everyone.. okay..?" Breathed Martin, shrivelling in the pain as another tear streamed down his face.
"Everyone's fine." Whispered Zoë. "It's over.." Sighed Martin, looking at everyone, before closing his eyes in pain and removing his hand from his bleeding wound.
"Zoe..?" He asked, his voice croaking,
"Yes Martin?" Answered Zoë,
"You have a terrible taste in men."
"Had." Corrected Zoe, supporting his neck as she tried to smile.
Martin took a couple more breaths before he began to shiver.
"W-why has it suddenly gone so cold..?" He asked, his voice shaking.
Lucy took the bedsheets from the bed and gently wrapped them around Martin who lay on the floor.
"The ambulance is gonna get to you soon." Said Zoe, pulling the sheets up around his neck.
"You're safe now." He whispered, "that's all that matters to me."
Martin's eyes slowly started to close again, and his breathing slowed down and more tears streamed from his exhausted face before he went completely unconscious.
"Sir...?" began Cloda, before looking into Zoe's tear-stained eyes, "Miss..?"
Zoe didn't know what to say or do; she just kneeled beside Martin, transfixed.
A team of paramedics ran into the room, dropping their bag beside him.
"He was stabbed." Said Zoe, standing up and covering her mouth, whispering to herself, "please don't go, Martin. Please don't go we need you." Tears welled down from her face, she'd only just gotten to know Martin, and the idea of losing him terrified her. She had so many things she wanted to say, and so many things she wanted to do. It killed her to think that the time might have already ran out.
As they dragged Martin away towards the ambulance, Zoe still stood in the shock.
"Miss- miss what is happening? What do we do now?" Asked Ryan,
"I- I'm gonna go with him.. you guys stay in the room. Don't go out, please just stick together and get some rest." She said, hugging each one of them. "Do it for him."
Everyone nodded,
"Are you alright?" Ollie Asked Zoë, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeh.." She said, nodding her head as her eyes welled up again.
"He's gonna be okay, he'll pull through." He told her, embracing her again.
"It's been a long day.." she sighed, looking out the window to see the dark night sky. "Get some sleep, I'll call you if something happens."
Everyone walked back into the hotel room except Zoe, she ran into the ambulance with Martin.

"God I hope he's gonna be alright." Said ollie, looking up to the ceiling as he lay in bed beside Jemma.
"W- what if he doesn't pull through? What happens to us? What happens to everything?" Asked Ryan, looking over.
"He has to pull through. He doesn't deserve this, any of this." Said Ollie,
"I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight until I know that he's alright." Said Cloda.
Ryan lay in bed but his vision seemed to be blurred, he sat up and his head started to rage in pain.
"Does anyone have any paracetamol?" He asked,
"You okay?" Asked Lucy, taking some out of her bag and handing him a bottle of water.
Ryan didn't hear her, he just took the tablets immediately.
"Mate?" Called Ollie,
He turned over onto his stomach and placed his head on his hands.
A phone suddenly started ringing, making Ryan sweat and try to cover his ears from the noise.
Ollie looked around and noticed that it was Martin's phone.
"Should I answer it? It's Mrs Watson." He asked, looking at everyone.
"Just make it stop!" Yelled Ryan, running into the bathroom and closing the door.
Ollie answered the phone, eyeing up Cloda to go and help Ryan.
"Hello?" He said, sitting on one of the beds and looking over to the bathroom door.
"Ollie is that you? Where are your teachers?" Asked Mrs Watson,
"They aren't here." He told her,
"Where are they?" She asked, Ollie didn't know what to say, so he didn't answer,
"Was it you who sent him the photographs." He asked her,
"He showed you them?! Wow. Why am so not surprised. Are you five all okay?"
"Y-yes we're fine- what are you talking about?!" Shouted Ollie, wanting to in any way defend his teachers,
"Let me guess- Mr McCafferson and Miss Flynn are off on their own in some hotel room? I know- it's my fault I never should have let him come so soon after he came back-"
"Excuse me?! Shut up!" Yelled Ollie, making Lucy and Jemma look at each other with anxious smiles.
"What did you say?" Asked Bronagh,
"I told you to shut up, so shut up! You don't know half of what is going on here! The man that sent you all the photos had just escaped from prison and he stabbed Mr McCafferson! They're both in hospital and we don't even know if he's gonna pull through."
Ollie lay back on the bed and wiped his brow,
"Ollie if this is true I'm going to have to send all of you home." Said Mrs Watson, her voice shallow,
"Miss it's two o'clock in the morning; good night."
Ollie hung up, immediately putting down the phone and walking over to the bathroom where Cloda and Ryan sat on the floor.
Cloda stood up and walked over to Ollie, whispering into his ear, "I don't know what's wrong with him."
Ollie nodded, closing the door so that it was just Ryan and him. Ollie sat on the floor, his back leaning against the white wall and his knees at his chest.
"Hey mate.." he sighed, putting one arm around Ryan's neck.
"What's wrong with me.." Muttered Ryan, running his hands down his sweating face.
"What's happening?" He asked Ryan,
He shook his head, "my head is just burning.. these migraines just keep getting worse and worse.." he lifted up one of his hands which Ollie realised was shaking uncontrollably.
"How long has it been like this?" He asked,
"Months. And I thought that the doctor explained it all with just the diagnosis of epilepsy. But of course that doctor happened to be Alex. So now I've got no idea what I've got coming."
Ollie looked down, unsure what to say, "go have a cold shower." He said, "you'll get through this."
Ryan shook his head as Ollie stood up. Ollie looked down at Ryan and put out his hand, helping him up, but Ryan jolted backwards with lightheadedness, Ollie caught him, "Come on, mate... come on.."