We're rushed into the hospital on stretchers, sent through A&E and admitted to the ward. Trent enjoys every moment of it. He's a moaning mess, calling out for his wife.

"Where's my wife?" he barks. "Get off me. I want my wife. Madison!"

He's enjoying this far too much. I refuse to reply. Instead, I just groan and cry out in pain as if my life depends upon it, rolling into myself, hugging my stomach. The other patients in the hospital are looking at us with ...