Scott sits quietly for a while as be looks out the window, half praying to some higher being to make his wife better. He sighs and looks at her still form before staring back at the wall again and out the window.
Almost absent mindedly, Scott squeezes Gias hand softly, only to be amazed seconds later when he feels her weakly squeeze his hand in return. Shocked, he turns to face her, remaining quiet so as not to startle her.

When her eyes open, Scott manages to hold the tears back. "Hi Gi.." He almost whispers. "You had us all so scared."

Scott stares at Gia for a while, overwhelmed with happiness that she is awake and seemingly well again. He smiles at her as they sit and look into each others eyes for a while. He smiles and takes her hand in both of his own, gently kissing the back of it. "What happened? Ummm...you banged your head up pretty bad scuba diving.." He nods. "You've been...ummm out for an entire week almost Gia." He smiles at her as she looks at him, almost amused by the little look on her face Of confusion.

And then she says something that jolts him deeply. He doesn't want to believe it so he almost blocks it out, but his face looks worried and concerned at her comment. He shakes his head and tries to think of an answer. "What...what do you mean Gia? What do you mean, why am I here?" He scratches his head, still holding her hand.

Scott looks at her face again and sees the genuine confusion in her expression. She looks and sounds perfectly awake and lucid now, so he's confused and surprised she can't remember the diving. "You don't remember the diving Gia? It was on holiday. It was the first time you had ever tried it and then you were swimming down there and you banged your head on a rock." He sees the strange yet happy smile on her face when he kisses her hand. He wonders why she looks so surprised.

He let's her speak for a while, as if to let her mind come back to its full function so she can remember what happened. And then she says something that chills him to the bone, that spreads a cold jolt throughout his body; "Scott H," she had said. Not RH but just H. He shakes his head a little, trying not to panic or show her that hes concerned. He sighs and fights his tears.

"You.....you really don't know why I'm here Gia?" He waited for an answer as he barely dares to breathe.

Scott listens to her again, almost dumbstruck as she mentions a range of different things that make his heart sink. He listens and shakes his head softly as she mentions school, him as a rock star on drugs, going home with her parents and then....Brian...? Its all he can do not to burst in to tears on the spot. Without meaning to he drops her hand from his grasp as he tries to take everything in. He opens his mouth as if to speak before he realises his voice won't come. He looks up at her again. Her face questioning, Scott watches as Gia tries to get out of bed and then sits back down.

He knows the answer he's going to get, but he can't torture himself by holding onto the hope that what she's saying isn't true. He looks at her. "Brian...? Which Brian?"

When she said Brians full name, it was like a knife to Scotts heart. When she described him as her boyfriend, it was like someone had twisted the knife while spitting right in his face. He looked away for a moment as he felt his lip quiver. When he looked back he nodded slowly. "Oh yeah....I know Brian...I don't know, he's not here. I havent seen him in a long while."

He looks over at her face, pleading with him and he forces a smile. "No...you didn't say anything wrong. Don't worry." He sits on the chair further from the bed now and sighs. "I'm starting to think maybe I do need a hospital the way I feel right now." He chuckles slightly and sadly.

He looks at her hair. "You dyed it...quite a while back. It looks nice." He looks down.

Scott could barely believe what was going on here but he also didn't know how to handle it. Was she really gone? Was everything wiped out? He looked at her again; it was still Gia, still clearly the same woman, but this girl sitting here talking of school and her parents and Brian...Brian...this wasn't his Gia. This wasn't the girl he had fallen in love with and it most certainly the same Gia who had fallen for him. It was almost like she had regressed. He was struggling to take it all in though, and he was scared to leave the room, scared she would leave and he would never see her again. He leans forward, contemplating telling her everything and showing her the family picture in his phone. He shook his head. There was no telling what seeing that would do to her. He sighed and shook his head again silently before speaking and bringing his hands to his face.

"Believe me, Ms...Rose...if I told you how we met and under what circumstances; well you wouldn't believe it. Ever." He bit his lip as he stared out the window.

Scott thought about it again. Would it pay to say I'm here because youre my wife and I'm concerned. Our two daughters are right outside?. He thought about it for a few minutes before shaking the idea from his head. Of course that wouldn't help. Now was not the time for that. He looked at her taking the IV out and shook his head again.

"Look don't take that out. It might be important. I know you're strong willed and..." He stopped. That was it. He didn't know her at all now. He didn't know this Gia. He looked at her again. Suddenly, looking at a girl from who there was a very different look in her eyes, he felt as if he knew there was only one thing he could tell her. At least in her current state.

"I'm just a concerned friend is all. Can you tell me what year it is? What age are you? What age am I?"

Scott looks over at her. If this was Gia, he would scold her and tell her he didn't care if it sucked, she had to keep it in. But it wasn't Gia. Not his Gia anyway. It killed him to even admit that in his own mind. He fought back the tears, his eyes watering up. "Just keep it in, eh? for now please? We don't want you getting I'll until the doctors come to check you over." He nods and stands up. "There are some candies in that side cabinet if you want them," he says.

He looks out of the window when she speaks as his worst fears are realised. He puts his hands on the sill to steady himself and nods as he stares out the window. He rubs the tears from his eyes before turning around and forcing his own lips into a painful half smile.

"Maybe those drugs are having a bad effect on me, huh?" He nods a little. "No one said you were retarded. I was just checking you were OK," he said softly.

Scott sits there for a few more minutes, feeling completely useless. He doesn't have a clue what to do. Screaming and telling her the reality of things was not going to help and there was no point trying to force reality on her at this point. He sighed and nodded and then stood up before smiling at her again. It was a forced smile but he had to try to look alright.

"I'm sorry then for confusing you. I'll just get you a nurse. I'm sorry."

He turns and lifts his jacket from the back of his seat and with his back turned, he speaks to her again. "Get well soon, yeah? Feel better." He walks towards the door, furiously fighting his tears again. He opens the door and slowly steps out before closing the door.

As soon as it closes, Scott drops to his knees. A mixture of fatigue, sadness, loss and emotions pours out as his head falls into his hands and he sobs uncontrollably, not even caring that Mark Layla and Sophie are just feet away and no doubt confused as to what's wrong. He stays there for what feels like an eternity as he feels all the emotion come flowing out with his tears at the loss of his wife, the only woman he ever truly loved.

Scott stays knelt on the floor crying for some time. Numerous nurses come to his aid to check if he's alright, no doubt a few to check if he's actually one of the mental health patients from upstairs, but he doesn't seem to care, simply remaining on his knees as he contemplates the fact he may have lost his wife forever. He lifts his head for a few seconds, only then to think of her all over again and the cutting things she had unintentionally said to him in the past half hour or so and he sinks down again in something of a mess, his crumpled legs feeling like jelly as he continues to cry into the palm of his own hands. Tiredness and fatigue had really mixed with his despair to floor him and he felt like there was just no point anymore.

Sitting just a few feet away from him, Mark looks over at Scott with Sophie in his arms. Sophie looks up at Mark with a confused little face and then down at Scott. "Daddy..." she says, pointing at him and looking up at Mark. Mark nods. "Yeah, Sophie, shhhh....daddy's a little sad." He nods slowly and tries to smile at Sophie. "Daddy no cry," Sophie calls out quietly,the words cutting through Scott. Here he was crying for himself, his own relationship, and there was a baby girl here, two baby girls in fact, whose mother didn't even know they existed anymore. Mark hands Sophie to Layla and comes over, putting his hand on Scott's back.

"Dude....what's up?" He says quietly. "Come on, you can't lie down there. Sophie's scared, come and tell us what's wrong..." He pulls Scott to his feet and gives him a hug before Scott half pushes him away. Tired, confused and devastated, Scott pulls his coat on and walks out of the area, moving past Sophie as she yells "Daddy," and reaches out to him. He walks through a fire door and sits on the wall, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one. He takes a big puff, exhales slowly and then shakes his head. Was this really it?