Never wrote a story on here before, but this is an idea I had and decided to write it down. Not giving too much away at this stage but hope it will interest some people. This is just an introduction and the chapters will get longer as I get on with the story.

All that can be heard is the constant bleep from the machine at her bedside, and outside of the hospital room the ones who love her most in the world are watching with tears filling their eyes, having no idea what has happened. Carla quickly glances at her phone, waiting for Peter to arrive. Yesterday had been the happiest day of her life, she finally got to marry the man she loved more than life, and right now they should be sat on a plane getting excited for their week long honeymoon, but instead she is stood outside a hospital room, watching her best friend cling to life. It physically pains her to watch, she couldn't lose Michelle, she had already stood and watched as Paul lost his fight and died just years before and she wasn't sure she could bare the same to happen again.

Lost in her own little world and tears falling down her cheeks, she fails to notice that Peter has appeared, that is until she feels a strong supporting arm wrap around her and his gentle fingers brushing the tears from her face. Peter can tell just how heartbroken she is, and he gently pulls her away from the room and sits down beside her on the chairs in the corridor.

'How has this happened? At our wedding? I just don't understand..' Carlas voice cracked as she spoke but she had to talk, try and get her head around it and find out what happened the previous night. Peter sighed, he too had no idea of who could have done such a thing to Michelle, but he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Back outside the room, Rob is still gazing through the glass into Michelle's room, a complete haunted look on his face. He too still couldn't get his head around what had happened, but unlike Carla and Peter he knew full well who was to blame for the state Michelle was now in and he suddenly began to feel an overwhelming amount of guilt as he recalls the events of the previous day. He grips at his head as he turns to walk out of the hospital, unable to stay there any longer but is stunned to see two police officers walking towards him.

'Mr Donovan?'

'Yes'

'We would like to ask you a few questions regarding last night, could you come with us please?'

Rob takes a deep breath before nodding, then continuing to follow two officers into an empty room that the hospital had said for them to use. Carla watches on and notices the expression on Rob's face.

'He knows something Peter, I can tell'

'Don't be daft love'

'No he knows, I know he does'

Carla gets up from her chair and makes her way back over to Michelle's room, almost bumping into a nurse who is making her way out.

'Oh, sorry, how's she doing?' Carla asked rather nervously.

'Shes doing as well as can be expected, we have dressed the stab wound now, you can sit with her if you like, hopefully she will come round soon'

Carla smiles weakly before entering the room, her hand creeping up over her mouth as she looks at her best friend, only yesterday she had been smiling at the wedding, dancing with her and working her way through glass after glass of champagne. None of it made any sense and Carla can't help but break down again as she grips at Michelle's hand willing her to wake up..