Patsy woke long before Delia, she stared at the back of her head before the need to use the toilet became great. On the way back she overheard small sobs from the room she shared with Trixie. With curiosity getting the better of her, she slowly opened the door to see Trixie sat on the edge of her bed, head in hands.
"Trixie?" Patsy sat beside her and rubbed her back, "what's wrong?"
Trixie lifted her head slightly and stared forwards, "nothing, it's just, last night when I delivered Mrs Pattinson's little boy, her husband offered me a small glass of scotch and I just stared at it before running as fast as I could out of their house. I left everything in that house, I need to get it back but I can't face going back there."
Trixie's head went straight back into her hands as small sobs wracked her body again. Patsy sighed and placed her arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
After the sobs subsided Patsy began to speak, "tell you what, if you keep an eye on Delia for an hour, I'll go get your stuff."
Trixie looked up, smiling sadly, "thank you, Patsy."
"You're welcome, take these," Patsy passed her Delia's medicine from her drawer, "make sure she takes one before she has something to eat, now get yourself dressed."
The ride to Mrs Pattinson's house was a short and pleasant one. For the first time in God knows how long the sun seemed to shine and the birds seemed to find their voices and sing.
Poor Trixie. A year sober after having a breakdown. Everything went downhill for her after her engagement to Tom ended, her need to turn to alcoholic beverages and being so drunk she passed out whilst being on call. For the past three months the shaking from withdrawal had finally ended and it looked like all rainbows and sunshine in the life of Trixie Franklin until temptation reared its ugly head.
Patsy had arrived at the Pattinson residence and knocked loudly on the door. A smiling Mr Pattinson answered with his newborn boy in his arms.
"Good morning, midwife calling." Patsy beamed looking at the small baby.
"Hello, nurse, come in." Mr Pattinson stepped aside and Patsy made her way into the house. The house had a lovely cream pattern that seemed to envelope the whole house.
"Beautiful house." Patsy said whilst walking into the kitchen where Mrs Pattinson was sat.
She smiled up at Patsy, "thank you. What ever happened to the other nurse?"
"I'm not too sure, I'm just here to collect the stuff she left behind."
"It's all over there," Mrs Pattinson pointed towards the bag next to the sink, "I think everything is in there."
Patsy made her way towards the bag and checked it over, "yes, everything is here. Don't forget to make your way to the clinic tomorrow to see how this little one is doing."
The couple smiled at their newborn proudly, "William Pattinson," his father said, "isn't it amazing when you think, 'I made this' especially considering I can't even make a cup of tea."
The three of them had a small chuckle before Patsy headed out again and cycled straight back to Nonnatus.
The fact that she's going straight back to Delia is making her cheeks ache with the smiling. Trixie would make sure that she had something to eat and a bath, she hopes. She still has to tell herself that Delia is back and she remembers her. She's had many sleepless nights thinking about her, holding down sobs and hoping Trixie doesn't hear her.
But now it's over. Finally over. She can run off into the sunset with Delia, holding hands and not ever letting go. The thought of it made Patsy smile even harder and as she approached Nonnatus she let herself think of the future, a future no one could take away from her.
Placing her bike in the bike rack, she grabbed Trixie's bag and made her way into Nonnatus House where she was stopped by a panicking and slightly out of breath Barbara.
"Patsy, something's happened." She said, grabbing Patsy's hand and pulling her towards the bedrooms, "it's Delia, I don't know what's wrong, Trixie has called for the doctor."
As soon as Patsy heard 'Delia' she out ran Barbara and burst through her bedroom door to find Trixie staring over a violently shaking Delia.
"Patsy," Trixie whispered, "what do we do?"
"Did you not give her her medicine? I told you to give it her," Patsy grabbed the pillows off of her bed and placed it under Delia's head, "we can't move her, we can't touch her, we'll just have to wait for the doctor. How long has she been like this?"
"Not long," Trixie started, tears pouring down her cheeks, "just before you got here, I tried to give it her but she wouldn't take it, she said she was fine, she didn't need it, but I tried to talk her into it and she still wasn't having it. I couldn't force her, Patsy."
Patsy felt her blood boil. That fool. That idiot. That stubborn little ball of Welsh delight. She knew she shouldn't have left Delia with someone she doesn't remember. Someone she doesn't trust. And now? Well now she's having a seizure and there's nothing Patsy can do but wait until it's over.
Patsy sat beside her and stroked her hair whilst murmuring softly to her. "You're safe." "You're okay." And "Come on, Deels, fight it." Were the only audible things Barbara and Trixie heard.
The arm and leg action slowly came to a halt just as Doctor Turner came. He didn't do much. There's nothing much he could have done anyway.
"She may feel a headache coming along or she may feel extremely tired," he began, "if she does, the best thing for her is sleep. Most seizure victims sleep for approximately several hours and she will need someone to sit with her and make sure there's nothing wrong with her breathing. If there is, you need to call an ambulance immediately."
Patsy smiled up at him from the bed and Trixie stepped forward, "I will," she looked in Patsy's direction, "it's my day off, I have more than several hours spare, I'll sit with her."
"She needs me," Patsy looked at Delia's blank face, "it has to be me."
Trixie took Patsy's hand, "no, you have to work, it'll be okay, we'll be fine."
Patsy contemplated it for a few seconds before agreeing, "well, alright, but she doesn't remember you, which is probably why she didn't have her medicine, come here." Patsy took Trixie to the side so Delia could see her, "Deels, this is Trixie, you don't remember her, but she's a trusted friend of mine, she'll be looking after you for tonight whilst I work."
Delia smiled, "Okay, Pats. My head hurts, is that normal?"
Patsy sunk to her knees and flashed Delia a reassuring smile, "it is, just try and get some sleep, okay?"
"Okay." Delia smiled back before closing her eyes.
Patsy got up and grabbed Trixie's hand, "I need to talk to you."
They went into their old shared room and Closed the door, "listen, Trixie, I'm trusting you completely with her, please don't let me down, I nearly lost her once, I couldn't handle it again."
"You have nothing to worry about, I'll stay with her all night. I'll even place two chamber pots in there so I have no excuse to leave." Trixie smiled.
The next couple of days went by smoothly. Delia didn't have any more seizures and she started to remember some of the nuns, Sister Monica Joan in particular because of her love of cake. She had regained her job at The London and had found her and Patsy a new flat, just around the corner of Nonnatus House.
Her and Patsy's first night together was accompanied by fine wine and soft music. They danced together, laughed together and gazed at one another. If it was socially allowed for them to be open about their love, they'd be the couple everyone was envious of, the one they'd smile at when they saw them on the street. They were so in love, how could anyone denounce this?
They were able to hide their love from the prying eyes of Poplar, the only two people who knew were the people who both trusted with their lives. Kimberley brought them together and Trixie... Well, Trixie's Trixie. The woman who stood up for Mr Amos when Patsy wouldn't. The woman that stopped a man from losing his job and his freedom. Trixie was like a little gift, a friend that everyone needed.
She was sure Sister Julienne had caught on, but she didn't ask questions and Patsy wasn't going to give her the chance to.
Waking up in Delia's arms is something Patsy had only been able to imagine. Even when she went to the nursing home, Delia kept her hands to herself, just in case someone came in. But with no worries of anyone suddenly bursting through the door, she turned around so she was face to face with a smiling little Welsh bubble.
"Good morning, beautiful." Delia smiled, kissing Patsy softly.
"I can so get used to waking up like this." Patsy said whilst rubbing her eyes and lent in again to kiss Delia's nose.
She got up and began to get herself dressed, ready for the day and deliveries ahead. "Come on, we're expected for breakfast at Nonnatus and we'd best not keep them waiting!"
Delia rolled over, "what time is it?"
"Half five, why?"
Delia lent up on the bed and got onto her knees, once Patsy had walked past the bottom of the bed towards the dresser, Delia grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the bed, "we have an hour and a half until we have to be there, so let's just..." She trailed off as she went straight for Patsy's lips. Like a gravitational pull.