Okay, here's the next chapter. Sorry for all the sadness but I hope you like reading it anyway.

Harry had spent the last three hours pacing the hospital waiting room. On the way to the hospital she had started to cough up blood. Harry knew enough to know that was a really bad sign. As soon as Ruth had reached the hospital she had been rushed into surgery. Apparently she had internal injuries which couldn't wait and she was lucky to still be alive. To kill time he called Dimitri at Thames House.

"What the hell happened?" Harry asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

"Are you alright?" Dimitri said with concern.

"No I am not bloody alright!" Harry shouted down the phone. "A bomb went off in our hotel and Ruth was caught up in it."

"Yeah, all the bombs look like they were in high end Parisian hotels. Is she alright?"

"No. She's in emergency surgery right now. It's by chance that she's still alive as it is." Harry took a deep breath, trying not to think about the fact that Ruth could be dying somewhere in this hospital.

"I'm so sorry Harry," Dimitri said quietly. Harry didn't know what to say so he said nothing. Then he noticed that a doctor was approaching him.

"I have to go. Try and avoid killing anyone else while I'm gone." Dimitri didn't bother replying, knowing that this was his fear about Ruth speaking.

"How is she?" Harry asked the doctor instantly.

"We've managed to stop the internal bleeding," he said in a French accent. "It actually wasn't been as bad as we had first thought. We've stitched her head injury as well, we're not sure what damage will be from that so we'll be taking some scans when she's recovered significantly from the surgery. She's in the recovery wing right now."

"What about the baby?" Harry asked, not knowing if he wanted to hear the answer or not.

"Its too early to be certain," the doctor said slowly. "Because its so early in her pregnancy we can't tell what damage there is to the baby. When she's awake we'll do a scan which we will check to see if everything's okay."

"So you think she definitely will wake up?" Harry asked trying to hang onto the positives.

"We're optimistic," he replied.

"Can I see her?" The doctor nodded and led the way to her hospital room. It seemed to take ages to get there, though in reality it was probably no more than a few minutes, if that. The doctor opened the door and moved to go in first but Harry was too quick for him. He barged through the door and saw Ruth lying on a hospital bed. She looked so pale and close to death it terrified him. He sat next to her and held her hand tightly. She seemed cold.

"Please wake up," he said quietly, not really expecting anything to happen. He wasn't disappointed. He kept hold of her hand for longer than he knew. Soon darkness was falling outside of Ruth's window. He suddenly became aware of time again.

"I'm going to go and make some calls Ruth," he told her quietly. He kissed her cheek and left the room quickly before he could change his mind.

Harry stood outside the hospital and dialled the grid, needing some answers. Dimitri picked up.

"How is she?" he asked without any preliminary.

"Stable for the time being," Harry replied. "She got through surgery. Tell me that the French excuse for a security service have made some progress yet?"

"Well they were all suicide bombers," Dimitri said. "So there's no one left to arrest really."

"That fills me with hope," Harry said sarcastically. "What's the death toll?" he asked out of habit more than anything else.

"So far its 132," Dimitri said. "Looks like its going to go up drastically though."

"Thank you," Harry said menacingly. "I'm glad I called you now."

"Oh God, I'm sorry Harry," Dimitri said feeling like an idiot. "I didn't mean…"

"Is Beth there?" Harry asked cutting him off. "I could do with talking to someone who has an ounce of sensitivity."

"Harry," Beth said with concern. "How is she?"

"Okay," Harry said briefly.

"Can I do anything?" Beth asked.

"Not really," Harry said. "I just… I'm so scared she isn't going to wake up." This was so unlike him. To admit fear.

"She'll pull through, Harry," Beth said reassuring him. "She's tough. You know how stubborn she is when she sets her mind to something."

Harry smiled briefly. "Yes, that's true. Look, I should go. I don't like being away from her for too long."

"Sure," Beth said. "Call if you need anything."

"I will, thanks," Harry said turning his phone off. He walked back into the hospital and went into Ruth's room. He noticed immediately that something was wrong. There were three doctors in the room looking at her charts with worried frowns on her face.

"What happened?" Harry asked desperately.

"Her heart stopped. Temporarily," the doctor added after seeing the look of horror on Harry's face.

"How is that possible?" he growled, taking hold of her hand again.

"Her body has been under a lot of stress throughout the day," the doctor said slowly. "This is just the reaction to the surgery. We shocked her heart and she should be stable now."

"Should?" Harry inquired with a dangerous tone in his voice.

"Please, try and remain calm," the doctor said. "We're doing all we can."

"I know," Harry said pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation. "I can't lose her," he said to himself. He stayed there silently until everyone had left the room except the two of them. He kissed her cheek gently.

"Please don't leave me," he whispered into her ear. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. Don't leave me." Ruth's face stayed blank and pale, no matter how tightly he held her hand.

There is more coming but I am going away for a few days. I should be able to put up chapter three before I go. Reviews are lovely. Thanks guys. xxx