Playing with fire

The beginning of the end

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He hadn't seen her much over the last few weeks. She'd been distant since they kissed and he himself wasn't quite sure of how he could fix things.

"Jacob, your phones here mate," Noël uttered, "the call stopped as I went to answer it,"

He frowned as he noticed his phone showed two miss calls. "Rita, I have to make a call,"

"Jacob, it's mad here,"

He nodded, "I'll be right back,"

"Connie..." He spoke down the phone,

"Help me... I'm in the bathroom, he's..."

"Fuck," he uttered, running inside and grabbing his keys, "Robyn call the ambulance and get one dispatched along with the police to Connie's address,"

"Jacob?" Rita asked and he shook his head, "sorry... I..."

She nodded "be careful,"

He threw open the door to see Connie laying half dressed on the floor, blood surrounding her head as her husband towered over her. He didn't hear the police that arrived and grabbed her husband around the arms, pulling him back out of the house and punching him once before noticing the police that came running forwards.

"We have him," the officer nodded, before Jacob ran back to Connie,

He knelt beside her and called her name, watching as she opened her eyes,

"Stay with me," he told her, "the paramedics are on their way,"

"I'm sorry," she uttered, wincing as he placed firm pressure to the back of her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes,

"Hey, you're safe, I've got you,"

Jacob nodded as Iain and Jez appeared, "she's drifting in and out of consciousness, I don't know for sure how but she's got an open head wound, and her ankle looks broken,"

"Mrs. Beauchamp, it's Iain," he told her, "we're going to get you onto a spinal board and take you to Holby, you'll be there as quick as we can,"

"I'm going to grab her some clothes," Jacob nodded, "she won't want to be seen like this,"

Iain nodded, "you know we will be as discrete as we can Jacob,"

Jacob placed a bag of Connie's into his boot before walking around to the drivers seat,

"Sir, were going to need to take a statement from you at some point," a young police officer stated and Jacob nodded,

"Can it wait until this evening?"

"We will come by the hospital in a few hours,"

Jacob nodded, "he needs locking up,"

"He said you hit him," a male police officer commented, "but we didn't see that when we got here,"

Jacob nodded in respect, "thank you, I'll talk later once I know how she is,"