Saving Lotte Sullivan | Collingwood/Carlton

127: Chello VS the Alchemy

'She's shaking!' Tom De Koning explained, still clutching the young mother's hand as best he could - while she violently trembled, beyond terrified.

From the moment the intruder had returned, both he and his teammate had seen the horror and traumatic memories flood back, the fear in her eyes recounting a story nobody should have to.

'She's going to be okay. The hospital will probably give her a few stitches. She's not losing too much blood, that's a good sign' the paramedic explained to Tom, who nodded. It seemed either the Carlton Football Club was dead - staff weren't on, or just couldn't be bothered coming down to see what was happening. Only Tom and Jordan around - and they'd witnessed everything. Danijela, too, who remained hiding behind her little wall. Who the hell did Lotte Sullivan think she was, to attract this much care from Tom?

'She just...she just completely panicked and...she ran through the glass window...I don't think she saw it there' Jordan Boyd explained, incredibly concerned. Lotte laid on the gurney, incredibly out of it from her anxiety levels and her accident, arm outstretched from where the broken glass had sliced her.

'I've missed it too, sometimes. It's easy to walk into it' Tom said, backing up his new friend's horrific injury. Lotte groaned. Whenever she opened her eyes, there were four Tom's, four Jordan's and she couldn't exactly recall who the man and woman in blue were.

'I don't wanna lie down' she suddenly whispered, realising what she was doing. She went to move, almost falling off the bed - Jordan and Tom panicking and going to catch her. Tom more than slightly triggered from his brother's concussion, last year. He didn't want to see anyone else with one.

'Put the railing up' the paramedic ordered, letting Tom do it. Lotte was still holding his hand - even if she couldn't quite connect who he was. Even with his long, trademark blonde hair. She knew who Jordan was - he wasn't a problem.

'Does she have an emergency contact?' The female paramedic suddenly asked, Jordan jumping into the back of the ambulance with Lotte, to wish her luck. Tom nodded and pulled out his phone.

'Her fiancé's name is Trent Bianco, they live together so they share the same address, and I don't have his phone number - I'm sorry. I know where he works, if that helps?' Tom suggested, getting dragged into the crowded ambulance by Lotte who needed to hold his hand. She was terrified. A whole life had flashed by in those eyes when the intruder had appeared.

'I have his phone number' Jordan announced, checking his phone and quickly writing it down on a piece of paper, and passing it to a paramedic.

'Thank you. Is anybody able to travel in the ambulance with her? You don't have to, it's just in case something else happens or she has another breakdown on the way. Maybe you? She is holding your hand' the female paramedic pointed out. Tom and Jordan exchanged knowing looks.

'I have a baby at home, I can't - sorry. I also have to babysit for someone - so it's a no from me. Sorry Lotte' Tom said, feeling very guilty. Jordan nodded. 'I have nothing on after work, I'll do it' he said, volunteering as tribute.

'Does she have a bag or any personal items?' the male paramedic asked. Jordan and Tom, again, exchanged a look.

'Gather our things and drop them off at her house. If Trent's at work, Alex and his daughters are back - somebody will be there to let you in' Jordan explained, acting like he knew it all. Tom sadly let go of Lotte's hand, stepping out of the ambulance, being careful not to hit his head. Jordan instead grabbed her hand. 'You're okay' he quietly said, smiling. She didn't feel comforted.

'Oh my god, what's happened? Who's in the ambulance?' Lachie Fogarty suddenly asked, the playing group on their way to the cafe. Danijela Krivac jumped, clutching her chest. 'DON'T DO THAT!' She yelled, trying to catch her breath.