Disclaimer: Still don't own Primeval, if I did there would be more than 7 episodes in the next series

Author's note: Yeah, this chapter isn't very good, I'm beginning to remeber why I stopped writing fanfiction...

"Come on Abby," Nick put his arm round her shoulders and led her back to the car. "We'll follow the ambulance to the hospital." He was feeling more than a little out of his depth here, having never been in this kind of situation before. It was more than a little stressful, for all of them, but he had a feeling that Abby had been more affected by what had happened than she was letting on.

It was a long, and uncomfortable journey, or at least it felt that way. The silence seemed deafening to Nick, broken only occasionally by Abby's stifled sobs. Still, they made it to the hospital, and he left her sitting by Connor's bed.

Ten minutes later found Stephen and Nick both outside the doors of the hospital, leaning against a metal barrier, breath misting in the cool air. Nick shook his head, "Why did he do it?" He asked, "Why did he have to…" He trailed off with an angry sigh.

"It wasn't your fault you know," Stephen said, picking up on exactly what his friend was thinking.

"It should never have happened. What if I could have prevented this somehow?" He turned and walked away, hands jammed deep into his coat pockets. "He just doesn't listen to me! What am I supposed to do?!"

Stephen's mobile started to ring, so he picked it up. "Yeah, no…of course-we'll be right there." He picked his bag up off the floor and fished in his pocket for his car keys. "That was Claudia," he explained, "apparently the creature that attacked Connor wasn't the only thing that came through the anomaly. We'd better get moving."

Meanwhile, Abby was sat, head in hands, on a rather uncomfortable hospital chair. The events of the past couple of hours were finally catching up with her, and she was on the verge of tears. The doctors had already told her Connor would be fine, but sitting here, looking at him lying there so pale... It wasn't supposed to be like this. Connor was the funny, geeky one, always there to make jokes and cheer her up, he wasn't meant to get hurt.

Connor was awoken by some very odd noises, coupled with what felt like rain drops falling on his hand. He blinked his eyes open and was greeted with the sight of Abby, bent forward and sobbing. That explained what had woken him up. "Hey," He croaked, "Do you mind? You'll make my hand all soggy."

"Connor!" Abby exclaimed, looking like she was about to throw her arms around him, before changing her mind in case she hurt him. "You're awake!"

He grinned, "didn't think you cared so much," Unfortunately, this didn't result in the reaction he had hoped for.

Abby's smile quickly turned to a frown. "What did you think you were doing Connor?! Looking for that anomaly on your own-you know how dangerous it can be! Didn't you realise you could be injured? You were lucky you didn't get killed!" Her rant was cut sort though, when she looked closer at Connor and realised he had fallen asleep. Growling in frustration, she stalked out of the room.

"Phew," Connor muttered under his breath when he saw Abby had left. He really didn't want to be lectured just yet-he needed a bit of time to get his thoughts straight, or he didn't stand a chance of being able to explain what he'd been doing.

Abby slumped into a chair in a waiting room. She was emotionally exhausted, and just needed time alone to sort herself out. She already felt guilty about yelling at Connor, especially since he'd only just woken up, and more than likely needed someone to look after him, not have a go at him. Still there was no taking it back now, and it had needed to be said, if not at that point.