*Author's note: My first ever FanFiction! Please review, tell me what you think, but please only constructive criticism, if any! Enjoy! (:*

Set a few weeks back, after Warren was found at the bottom of the steps. In this chapter, he has come out of the coma.

I opened my eyes; I was slumped in a chair next to Warren's hospital bed. It was well past visiting hours but I was allowed to stay with my husband. One of the advantages of working in a hospital; if I needed some sleep, I could just stay in the on-call room.

I stood up, refusing to look at Warren, in fear that he was awake. Don't get me wrong, I wanted him to survive, I wanted him to awake up. But not now, not while we were alone together. I was afraid of the accusations he might make.

Putting the kettle on and attempting to tame my wild curly hair, I shot a glance at him through the mirror, foolishly thinking that if he was awake he couldn't see my face. My bruised and somewhat bloody face. I was wrong. His eyes were barely open but they were on me almost intensely.

"Kirsty-" He seemed breathless, his voice was rough. I saw his hand twitch beside him on the bed, he was summoning me to hold it. My mouth was dry and I could feel my hands starting to shake and sweat as I muttered a feeble 'Hi…'.

I stood where I was and he began to twiddle his hand, almost impatiently. "What happened?" he breathed.

"Not now," I sighed, sitting back in the chair beside him. I didn't take his hand. "How long have you been awake?"

"What happened?" His voice was stern and he seemed suddenly stronger. The weakness and innocence in his eyes vanished, to be replaced by the anger and menace that was only too familiar to me.

I took his hand awkwardly in a quick attempt to calm him down; the ability to be sweet and sensitive did not exist between us. "You fell –" I began.

"You pushed me." He interrupted, squeezing my hand aggressively, I saw him clench his teeth. Snatching my hand back, I stood up out of the chair as my heart pounded in my chest.

"I… I didn't. You – no – I - " I stammered. I was backing my way towards the door. He remembered. This was exactly what I had feared.

"Don't lie." Through gritted teeth. He was attempting to sit up in his bed but his arms were weak and he could barely hold his own weight.

"Please… Warren, just rest… you're weak, you need - "

"Weak?" He hissed. "I'm ill, I know, but weak? Do really want more proof that I'm stronger than ya'? I'll bloody hit you when we're out of 'ere – you're gonna get it, Kirsty, and Adam ain't gonna be able to 'elp ya."

I felt my lip curl and my fists clench. "Stronger than me, eh? I think I proved that wrong yesterday, don't you?" I was shaking, staring him in the eye feeling just as much rage as him at that moment.

I was at the door when Warren's own doctor came in. He was stunned, looking from me to Warren and back, probably noticing the tears in my eyes and the fury in Warren's. "Kirsty – he's awake?"

It felt as though my heart was beating in my throat. "Y – yes. He's been talking … nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Warren spat. I couldn't take it. He was going to end up telling someone. Not necessarily on purpose, but out of anger, spite and confusion. I shut the door quietly behind me, trying to act casual but there were tears in my eyes and it was difficult trying to hold them back. I was blindly staring at the floor when a pair of shoes came into vision. I looked up. Of course: standing over me, in his turquoise work shirt, with tired eyes yet a deeply concerned look on his face, was Adam. He placed a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Kirsty? You'll flood the entire ward soon." I was breathless as he delicately wiped the tears from my cheeks, being careful not to hurt me because of the bruises. "What's happened?"

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