We rushed into the clinic and I made for the reception to ask which ward was Liam taken to, with Irene racing behind me. I have hardly spoken a word to her since the call as I reeled from shock.

I can't believe this. Liam was one of the most careful people I know how could he not have lost control like that?

Tears poured from my eyes when we were shown to his ward and we stood outside the cubicle watching him lie lifeless while the doctors fought to keep him alive-they refused us entry.

My hands twitched, my body shaking in grief. Irene's hand found mine and tightened...