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Rob had shoved Ryan away from the Crash-Site and into the garage by his flat so he could give him a good talking-too.
"What the HELL do you think you playing at you idiot?" Rob shouted at Ryan.
"Well I didn't exactly plan on crashing it into the Bookies did I?" Ryan argued-back.
"Well ya did mate. And dya know why ya did it? Because you were off-yer face on drugs that's why!" Rob yelled, but Ryan just laughed.
"What's so funny?" Rob asked as he grabbed Ryan's shirt and had him hoisted-up against the wall. "My Sister could've been in there!" Rob said as he began to kick-off at Ryan.
"Okay. Well I'm sorry alright?" Ryan shouted into Rob's face as Rob let him go, realising that he had to restrain himself from hurting Ryan as he had only just come-out of prison.
Back at the crash-site, the emergency services had arrived and had moved-Carla away from Peter, leaving her with Michelle as they freed Peter from the mess.
"Peter can you hear me?" One of the paramedics asked as an oxygen mask was placed over his face. Peter groaned in response. He was conscious, but barely.
"Michelle, tell me he's gonna be alright. PLEASE, tell-me he's gonna be alright?" Carla cried into Michelle's arms as Michelle tried to stop Carla from running-over to Peter as they stretchered-him-out of the crash-site. But her attempts failed as Carla broke-free from Michelle's tight but comforting grip and ran-over to the ambulance which Peter was being put-into.
"'Chelle!" Cieran called as he limped-over to Michelle. "Is Peter gonna be alright?" He asked-her as he approached-her.
"I dunno Cieran." Michelle responded, close to tears herself as she watched Carla squeeze Peter's hand tightly as she cried her heart-out. "Where did Ryan get to?" She asked.
"Oh I dunno sweetheart. Rob dragged-him off somewhere." Cieran told Michelle truthfully, and she sighed sadly.
"Ohhh I hope he's okay! This can't be happening Cieran! Carla's been through enough in the past-year as it is. This is the last-thing she needs. And with Ryan being off-the-rails, I just don't know if I can handle anymore heartbreak…..First Dean, then Paul and then Liam…..I've gotta get Ryan back on track!" Michelle cried as Cieran hugged-her.
Ryan and Rob were still chatting in the garage. Ryan was sat on the dusty floor of the garage, his legs crossed, with his chin resting on his knees. Meanwhile, Rob was pacing up and down the garage, wondering what an earth he should do with Ryan now that he had him here.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Ryan asked, the effects of the drugs beginning to wear-off now.
"Well I heard Cieran saying that Peter was in a bad-way…..And it's all your fault mate. Carla…..She'd be broken if anything happened to Peter!" Rob said tearfully, physically shaking in worry, but he was fed-up of shouting at the rebel-kid now.
"Peter? What? Oh mate, Peter's gonna be okay ain't he?" Ryan asked, feeling guilty that he had injured one of his good-friends. Ryan had a lot of respect for Peter ever-since he had dated his Mother for a little-while.
"I Dunno. But I hope you realise that the police are gonna be all over this. And the fact that it was my car means that they're gonna be after-me. And I won't lie for you Ryan! I refuse to go back-inside again! You're gonna have to own-up. Because no-one is gonna save-ya. Not this time mate!" Rob said before he wandered-out of the garage. "You stay here. And if you even do so much as think about moving…..Then I'll beat ya to a pulp, you got me?" Rob warned Ryan before heading-outside of the garage to text Carla.
Rob: Hey 's Peter?
Carla: Pretty unconscious if ya ask me. He was awake b4 but he's slipped-off again.
Rob: Oh. Well let me no what's happenin with him. OK?
Carla: I will.
It wasn't long until the Paramedics had arrived at the hospital with Peter and a very worried Carla in tow walking closely behind them.
Peter was wheeled through to intensive care, still unconscious. And Carla waited outside as she realised that she needed to let Ken and Deirdre know, let alone Simon, who would soon be home from school. A very tearful Carla rang Ken and Deidre's home-phone in hope that someone would answer. Eventually, Deirdre came to the phone.
Deirdre: Hello?
Carla: Hiya Deirdre…..Urm…..Is Ken there?
Deirdre: Oh Hello. And urm, no sorry he's not. He's just gone to collect Simon from school, because Peter's busy in the bookie's today…..
Carla: Yeah I know. That's what I wanted to talk to him about…..Deirdre, there has been a bit of an emergency…..
Deirdre: Ya what? Go on…..
Carla: Well…..Sorry to be so blunt but there's no better way of putting it. Urm…..Basically a car crashed in the Bookies and urm…..Peter's been badly hurt…..I'm at the hospital with him now…..
Deirdre: Oh my gosh, is he okay?
Carla: Not exactly Deirdre no…..He's unconscious…..
Deirdre: Right…..I don't know how I'm gonna tell Ken though…..He was devastated enough over the tram-crash…..And now this…..I don't think he's gonna take-it too well Carla…..
Carla: Yeah well I'm barely holding it together meself so I'm gonna go now…..Listen…..Can you let Leanne know for me? She won't want to hear-it from me…..But she needs to know…..For Si's sake if no-one else's…..
Deirdre: Right, I will do. Let me know what's going on, and how Peter's getting on and things alright?
Carla: Of-Course I will. Cya Deirdre.
Deirdre: Bye then Carla…..
Back at the Garage, Ryan was beginning to go crazy as Rob continued to stop him from going anywhere. He kicked at the garage door, punched walls, and even tried to get to Rob at some-points, but Rob's time in prison had taught him some self-defence skills, so the swinging arms didn't bother Rob in the slightest.
"You're NOT going anywhere mate. And you're not even leaving this garage until you calm-down." Rob told Ryan firmly as he caught his punches into his hands.
"I'm not gonna cause anymore trouble Rob. I promise! I just want to know how Peter is!" Ryan told Rob…..Truthfully.
"Peter's in no-fit state to see anyone going by what Carla is saying…..And you're the last-person he's gonna want to see right-now." Rob said, a little more calmly than before.
Michelle was sat in the Rovers with Cieran, who despite a few cuts and bruises, and a sore-leg, was absolutely fine.
"Have you heard anything from Carla?" Cieran asked Michelle as he sat in the Rovers with a cold beer, trying to drink away the pain.
"No darlin'. I'm sorry. I know you're worried about Peter." Michelle told him sadly, she was close to tears.
"He doesn't deserve this ya know 'Chelle? Why is it always Peter? Simon's Mother dying, the alcohol problems, the tram-crash, and now we're here. Why does it have to be Peter, 'Chelle? WHY?" 'Cieran asked Michelle frustratedly, close to tears himself now.
Back at the hospital, the Doctor that was treating Peter had finally emerged out of the room to speak to Carla.
"How is he?" Carla asked, worriedly, as she quickly stood-up and walked-over to the Doctor.
"Still unconscious, when the paramedics found him, there was a large plank across Peter's chest which we suspect crushed his lungs, which explains the unconsciousness. He's also broken his leg and there's definitely been some damage to his shoulder, but we can't be sure what exactly until he's conscious." The Doctor told Carla sadly.
"My Gosh is there any good-news?" Carla asked, tears streaming down her face, but she was keeping the sobbing to a minimum, she couldn't let Peter see that she was crying when he woke-up.
"He's still alive. That's the good-news Carla. We've got some of the best Doctors in the country in there treating-him…..I'm sure he'll be fine." The Doctor said, trying to re-assure Carla that Peter would pull through this.
"Yeah well I'll believe-that when I see-it….." Carla told the Doctor, sighing, before she then took a couple of steps backwards and then returning to her seat.