Carla had gone-home that night to get Peter some things to do whilst he was in the hospital. She grabbed him some magazines and a change of clothes for him and then went to bed. She didn't know how she was going-to convince Peter to tell the Police the truth. But she loved-him too much to fall-out with him over-it, and it was the last-thing he needed whilst he was still recovering.

The next-morning, she went back to the hospital, where Peter was still-asleep. So Carla took a seat next to the bed and waited for him to wake-up. Eventually, Carla got bored of waiting for him to wake-up, and as much as it killed-her to do it, she leaned-over and cheekily started to gently poke him in the cheek until he woke-up.

Peter fidgeted as he began to wake-up, wondering what it was that kept-on touching his cheek. Carla giggled playfully as Peter rested his eyes on her and clicked that it was infact her poking him in the cheek. "Morning Sleepy." Carla said to him sweetly.

"Morning." Peter replied, a little croakily from where he had only just woken-up.

"You're looking better sweetheart." She said to him softly.

"Really? Well I haven't had much sleep. It's difficult to sleep and breathe at the same-time when half of Weatherfield Bookies landed-on your chest a couple of days ago." Peter joked, and Carla laughed a little before turning the conversation into a serious one.

"Hmmm, and speaking of the crash. You need to tell the Police what really happened Baby." Carla told-him, gently but truthfully.

Peter sighed. "No. I can't do that to Ryan. I WON'T." He told Carla, shifting uncomfortably as he felt a pain in his chest.

"Are you alright?" Carla asked him worriedly.

"Yeah I'm fine…..Well apart from being led in a hospital bed having almost died a couple of days ago, and now I'm being pestered by the flamin' Police!" Peter said, raising his voice as he got frustrated by the conversation, but as he got too worked-up he became breathless and cried-out in pain as his breathing quickened.

"Peter calm-down ey? I'm gonna go and get the Doctor." Carla said as she popped her head around the door. "Doctor?" She called, and the Doctor treating Peter came-running-over and through to the room.

The Doctor placed an oxygen-mask over Peter's face. "Just try and breathe normally Peter. Okay?" He ordered-him.

"What brought this on?" The Doctor asked.

"I dunno. You're the expert!" Carla said, sounding angry with worry.

"Well was he stressed-about anything at all?" He questioned.

"Oh no just an on-going Police Investigation….." Carla trailed-off sarcastically.

"Right, well you need to keep-him-calm, until his lungs have fully-recovered, he's gonna be very-weak. He needs to be taking-it easy not worrying about what the Police want. Alright?" The Doctor told Carla, politely but firmly.

"Right. Well why don't you tell the Police that ey?" Carla suggested, if the Doctor could delay the Police for a little-while-longer, then she had a bit more-time to convince Peter to tell the truth about Ryan.

Michelle later went to the hospital, along with Cieran. She had heard from Rob about Peter trying to protect Ryan, and as much as she didn't want-to, and was thankful to Peter for lying to the Police for Ryan's sake, she couldn't allow him to do that any-longer. Ryan had to be punished for his actions and that was final.

"Hiya." Michelle said as she walked-in, and was closely followed by Cieran.

"Hey?" Carla said, surprised that Michelle was here as she stood-up and hugged her best-friend/Sister-in-Law as Cieran walked-over to Peter.

"How are ya mate?" Cieran asked as the girls came and joined the two-lads.

"Not Great….." Peter trailed-off quietly as he looked at Carla for help.

"We've urm…..We've had a bit of a rough-morning." Carla told both Cieran and Michelle as she swapped placed with Cieran and took Peter's hand into her own before she then kissed Peter on the forehead and mouthed 'I Love You' to him.

"Oh No that's not good." Michelle said, a little-awkwardly, before then deciding to change the subject and get to the point as to why she was here. "Anyway Peter, I need to urm…..I need to talk to you….." She began.

"Go On….." Peter encouraged-her.

"Well I urm…..I hear you've been keeping Ryan's name-out of the whole thing, and I can't thank-you enough….." She continued.

"Well that's alright. I like Ryan he's a mate of mine….." Peter told-her, glad that someone was finally grateful for what he had done. It was about time.

"Well thank-you peter, but it's got to stop." Michelle explained as a tear fell from her eye. "Ryan…..He's beyond my control-now, and he deserves to be punished for what he's done to you Peter….."

"Oh come-on Michelle not you aswell, not Ryan's own-Mother? Surely Not? Look, Ryan didn't mean to crash into the Bookies, and he certainly didn't intend to injure-me….."

"Uh, he very-nearly killed-ya sweetheart." Carla Intervened.

"Yeah. Fine. He nearly killed-me, but it was an accident!" Peter told-them.

"Peter please don't make this even more difficult for me than it already is!" Michelle told Peter tearfully. "Ryan needs to learn that there are consequences for doing stupid things like this….."

"He's not a 5 Year-Old Michelle….." Peter trailed-off.

"SHUT-UP PETER!" Michelle shouted at him before sighing as she lowered the volume of her voice back-down again. "Please Peter, for my sake if not Ryan's, just tell the truth the Police…..Please?" She begged-him, and Peter sighed as he looked-down, unable to think if he was looking at anyone.

"Come-On Mate. She's Desperate." Cieran added, hoping that as Peter's best-mate, he could convince-him to do the right-thing and tell the truth to the Police.

"Peter. Baby. Come-On." Carla started, placing two of her fingers underneath Peter's chin and pushing his head-up so that he was forced to look at Carla. "You know you have-to. Don't ya darlin'? Ya know it's the right thing to do really? Right?" Carla asked him softly, looking-at-him directly into the eyes.

Peter looked-into Carla's eyes for a couple of seconds for sighing and then looking-away. "Yeah…..yeah you're right…..Ryan needs to be punished….." Peter told the three of them, hating himself for the fact that he was about to send a fellow-addict to Prison. Admittedly Peter's addiction wasn't illegal like Ryan's one was, but it hurt just as much none-the-less.

Michelle burst into tears as Peter agreed to tell the Police the truth. Cieran hugged her tightly as she cried into his chest.

"Look at her Carla. This is gonna kill-her." Peter said, feeling horrible as he watched Michelle fight through utter-devastation.

"She knows that it's the right thing to do Baby. And so do you." Carla whispered to Peter tenderly as she gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb.

"Yeah but…..Ryan…..He doesn't deserve this. He needs help not prison. Come-On Carla you know that. Prison won't help-him, it'll just make-him worse….." Peter said, close to tears himself as he watched Michelle cry into Cieran's arms.

"Maybe going to Prison will be the wake-up-call that Ryan needs sweetheart….." Carla trailed-off as she leaned-over the bed and then kissed Peter on the lips as the Police-Officer wandered into the room.

"Peter…..I'm here to continue the investigations….." The Police-Officer said straightly as Peter prepared himself to send a wayward lad to Prison for a very-long-time.

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