A/N: (If you feel this chapter is too short, let me know) xo
She's gone. She's really gone.
Patsy held back tears as she looked over captured memories of her and Delia she had kept hidden in a box in her bedside table.
It was all my fault.
A week had passed since Delia was sent back to Wales with her parents. Meanwhile Patsy continued to wallow in the bedroom she had hardly been moved out of long before the incident. It had become a regular occurrence during shifts and it was easy for her to hide now that Trixie was often out at her recovering alcoholics group.
But that didn't make it easier. All she wanted was someone to hold her. No. She didn't want someone. She wanted the woman she could no longer have.
Because she was gone.
"Congratulations, you have a little boy!" Barbara smiled as she passed Mrs Bennett's newborn baby to her. She loved nothing more than these moments. They made her feel like she had witnessed someone's life change completely. Well, of course! But the pride she felt in being able to help was a feeling like no other.
Barbara Gilbert often felt herself lucky. For she knew some of her fellow midwives and nurses were going through or have been through big things, and she realised how awfully quiet her life had been lately. From patients to clinic to evenings out with Trixie.
That is until something unexpected happened later that night.