To this day my husband doesn't know how he found the strength but he carried Matt to the back seat of the car. He drove the short distance to Queens Medical Centre, Nottingham, and parked in an ambulance bay as there was no parking near the entrance, which got some strange looks but the attention needed.
The casualty doctor came out and saw Matt in the back seat and in minutes he was in the resuscitation room and the medical teams begun their life saving work.
Matt now had a rash appearing, his heart was in a dangerous arrhythmia and he had a lot of pressure on the brain. My husband was told to call me as they felt they'd hopefully keep Matt alive on a ventilator until I got to the hospital so we could be with him but they stressed he was gravely ill and unlikely to pull through.
Matt’s only recollection of all of this is was his dad's voice, the bright lights of the resuscitation room and a male voice saying, "I don't think this guy’s going to make it." He remembers thinking “who are they talking about?”