Oliver bit his lip, he looked incredibly nervous, his voice wavered, "You're not going to die, Ms Naylor and Emma will be perfectly fine. Now, I am going to mildly sedate you and work on getting you out." He sighed shakily and did so.

Mo looked across from the other side of the lift, she barked instructions to the fire service as they all prepped to move Zosia, who was by now on a lot of pain relief and mild sedation, from the waist down she was covered in sticky blood. Nobody knew the extent of her injuries.

Mo sighs, "we need to move extremely carefully here. She's critical."

The fire service nod and they slowly manoeuvre Zosia onto a spinal board, Mo frantically searching for a pulse whilst putting pressure down on the large wound that was on Zosia's thigh.

"OK Jac, we're going to move you now." Oliver – who was getting Jac ready to move couldn't take his gaze away from Zosia, concerned for the one he deep down loved.

Jac responsed with a confused groan, winced quietly as they put her onto the spincal board and then attached her to special harnesses to keep her safe in place whilst they moved her up the lift shaft.

Mo climbed behind them slowly, as Zosia was more critical than the others.

Oliver and Jac eventually made it to the top, around five torturous moments later Mo and Zosia appeared on the ward.

Mo looked at Ollie. "Page Sacha, Ric and Serena – we can't do this alone, we need GS's here as quickly as possible!"