Part 2 of 3.
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She watched as her friend bustled down her hallway, sticking her head around various doors until she had found the living room. She shook her head, in bemusement, as she moved to the farthest away door to retrieve two wine glasses from the kitchen.
She joined Kate on the sofa, handing her the glasses before picking up her make-up bag and preparing to finalise her make-up before she headed out. "Right." She turned quickly from her compact mirror in which she was examining her eye make-up, to her friend who she could only assume was going to ask some particularly personal question in her usual blunt way. "I saw Dylan at the hospital." The blonde nodded; realising where the conversation was headed and she wasn't entirely sure whether her emotions could deal with it - particularly tonight. "So, where's the ring, the dog, the husband?" She considered Kate's question while combing her fingers through her long hair; wondering how to approach an answer.
"We can't do this, Kate. If we do this now, I'm going to cry and we'll not get anywhere and I'm all dressed up now." She forced her lips in to a tight, thin line as she stopped speaking hoping that, it could in fact be an end to the matter.
"I can't believe you even married him…" The brunette swung her glass around as she turned quickly on the couch to face the blonde, but trailed off when the blonde raised her eyebrows. "Okay. That's an end to it." The brunette reached across the table, filling up both wine glasses again, as the blonde continued to move around her living room trying to finish getting ready while attempting to calm herself down, now she had suddenly been reminded of Dylan.
The cold air caught her legs the moment they stepped out of the taxi, she shook her head as she watch Kate take the cold February air completely in her stride. She pulled her jacket tight around her chest as she inwardly wished that she had decided to wear her coat instead of the thin material she had wrapped around her thin frame.
Kate tugged her jacket from around her shoulders when they stepped instead; instinctively she moved her hands to hold on to jacket, determined to keep it on and keep her arms covered for the night. As it turns out, nothing ever changed and she simply wasn't quick enough to keep her jacket.
She wasn't even sure how Kate had got to the bar, but the next thing she knew was a flurry of bright pink was thrusting a drink into her hand, before attempting to trail her off towards the dance floor - and she certainly wasn't drunk enough for that, yet.
Her head was spinning as she stumbled into the toilets, grateful that they were empty at the moment, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She combed her fingers through her hair, having forgotten how unruly the heat could make it. She rubbed her index finger under her eyes trying to make her make-up look more presentable; she sighed and decided it wasn't worth the effort as she yawned, realising just how much she wanted to be at home in bed.
She decided she needed a break from her reflection, and decided to lock herself in a cubicle for a couple of minutes, just to compose herself as her argument with Dylan fought itself to the forefront of her mind. It was as she leant against the partition between cubicles, taking deep breaths she realised that she had no idea when or where she had last seen Kate.
She hurried back into the darkened room in search of her loud friend, determined to tell her she was going home and going to curl up in bed and cry about the way Dylan had spoken to her earlier. She managed to manoeuvre herself round a few people trying to get her dance. Though when she reached the bar, hunting for the pink dress she was certain she would not be able to miss; when she was unable to find her, however, she deemed it an unsuccessful task and rummaged around in her bag until she had found the ticket for the coatroom, and headed in that direction.
She tried unsuccessfully to get a taxi, and recalled that this was why she hated nights out, sighing deeply - she thought back to the times when she left a nightclub early, leaving Kate amongst others dancing the remainder of the night away, she would phone Dylan and he'd be there in ten minutes Dervla by his side, as she got into the car and pulled the blanket always kept on the back seat around her freezing legs.
She let tears slide down her cheeks, as she wished she could've done that tonight, her hugged her jacket to herself as she began the walk home. After a few moments of standing at the crossing of a busy road, she ponder which route home was the quickest.
Ten minutes into her walk, she was sure that she could hear footsteps behind her, but she put that down to it being a busy night taxi-wise and not being the only person in Holby walking home. Though, those thoughts didn't stop her picking up her pace just a little and as she turned the corner she felt someone grab at the strap of her bag and she turned quickly with one hand still clamped tightly around her bag. She was pushed backwards when her attacker realised that they weren't going to get her bag, and she collided solidly with the brick wall to her left.
She blinked, as she realised that her head had hit the brick wall behind her and she quickly raised her hand to touch the back of her head, to inspect the damage. However, as she withdrew her hand, she was stunned to see that her hand was covered in blood. She slowly, let herself slide down the wall, to sit on the pavement, as the world around her began to spin, clutching the bag which had caused everything, in one hand as she did so. She was vaguely aware of someone trying to speak to her, before everything around her turned black and she felt her eyes flutter shut and was completely aware that she had made no effort to stop them.
Once again, same time and place tomorrow - for the slightly longer final part.
Anny x
