Carla sat still in the hospital bed and allowed Johnny's words to sink in. There had been many moments she had wanted to interject and question what he was saying but she simply remained silent and allowed him to finish. He had been staring at the ground the entire time he spoke and she noticed tears falling from his eyes every now and again. She hadn't then realised her cheeks were damp from the trails of her own tears. Her last memory of Aiden since the incident had been on a night out with Michelle. They had done a pub crawl for Paul's 21st Birthday and Liam and Rob has joined them. She always got on well with Aiden but was never particularly close to him so everything Johnny was saying had come as a bit of a shock. She hoped that somewhere in her mind she could remember the past five years, the memories that they had together since he moved to the street, but she couldn't remember a thing.

"He loved you so much, you know. Didn't even give it a second thought when you needed a kidney. That's the sort Aiden was.." Johnny's words were soft and reminiscent as he pointed to Carla's torso. She narrowed her eyebrows and felt her stomach, faintly being able to distinguish a change in texture on her skin. She hadn't really examined herself properly since the incident and had just assumed that any cuts and scrapes had been from the fall. "I've.. I've got his kidney?" Johnny looked her in the eyes and took her hand in his, nodding at her. "Why would he do that for me? We barely knew each other." Johnny gulped, knowing that from her statement she was unaware that Aiden was far more than a distant relative through her marriage to Paul but he simply carried on. "Because of you, Aiden stayed with us for a few more weeks. He would have done what he did far sooner if you hadn't have needed him. You have him a reason to keep going.. even for a little while. For that I am so grateful."

Carla's mind spun with thoughts and questions. Why did Aiden kill himself? What had happened that things had became so hard for him to want to do that? She could understand to a degree, after all it was only a few weeks earlier she had thrown herself off a cliff, but that was different. She didn't quite know how it was different as she couldn't remember why she had been on that cliff in the first place, but she knew something must have happened to push her over the edge. Aiden had always been a carefree, happy soul and she couldn't imagine him having the weight of the world on his shoulders. If things had went downhill for him after returning to the street could she have been responsible? Although her memories were scrambled, Carla knew that she had always been the type of girl cause grief everywhere she went. Was she the reason Aiden was so depressed he ended his own life?

"Johnny, I don't understand. Why did he do it? Did something happen? Did I.." She stopped suddenly when Johnny raised his hand in front of her mouth, his expression changing to a more concerned look. "Don't you dare finish that sentence and don't you dare even think about blaming yourself. You had nothing to do with what Aiden did. It were his choice. It's taken me months to come to terms with it but that much I do know." Carla's eyes welled up once more and she sniffed as she felt the tears stream down her face. "Come ere, you." Johnny moves closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. He couldn't hold his own tears back as he felt Carla sobbing into his shoulder. It was the first time Johnny had ever seen her break down. It was so hard for him to see her so wounded like this but he was eternally grateful that after everything she was still here with him today.

They cried for a while before talking some more. Johnny filled her in on other trivial bits of informations as well as telling her all about Kate's exciting love life after her cancelled engagement. "Well at least someone's making the most of things, eh?" Carla smirked and let out a small giggle, picturing Michelle unknowingly interrupting Kate and Rana's rendezvous in the bistro. Time seemed to pass by so quickly as Johnny and Carla talked. She felt comfortable and at ease with him, despite not having seen him in so many years, to her knowledge. He told her all about Jenny and their marriage, Michelle's heartache over losing baby Ruairi, Tracy and Robert romance and split and even Steve getting Leanne pregnant. "Well, I cant say I'm too surprised about that. Leanne never did understand boundaries when it came to other people's blokes." She laughed somewhat nervously knowing that she was being hypocritical. After all Peter had been married to Leanne when they had started their affair.

"Do you want another coffee, love?" Johnny stood up from the bed, smiling down at her warmly. She adjusted herself against the pillows and shook her head. "No ta, it's gonna be hard enough to sleep tonight without adding more caffeine to the mix." She smirked and looked at Johnny, noticing the trace of worry in his expression. "Johnny what is it?" As soon as she spoke he turned away from her in attempt to hide his face. He never was one for keeping things secret and his face was always the tell tale sign. "It's nothing, love. Maybe I should go so you can get some kip?" Carla three her legs over the edge of the bed and held on to the railing, dreading herself before she tried to stand. Johnny turned back and rushed over to her. "Don't get up, you're not supposed to walk without the doctor, remember?" Carla waved her hand in front of him dismissively. "Either you tell me what's going on in that head of yours or I'll get the first cab back to the pub and speak to Michelle. Your choice." She knew he was keeping something from her and she wasn't going to let it go until he told her what it was.

Johnny sighed and sat on the chair that was beside the bed. He ran his hands over his knees and looked up at Carla, knowing this information would be a shock to her but hoping she wouldn't react the same way she did when he first told her. "Okay.. you remember the huge fight Lou and I had, the night she died?" She nodded slowly, having heard about it from Michelle many years earlier. She wondered what he was going to say and how it had anything to do with her. "I had an affair and Lou found out. Sharon told her." He looked at his feet, awaiting the reaction that he was sure would be coming. Carla narrowed her eyebrows and looked puzzled, rubbing her head and not understanding what he was trying to say. "Okay.. and what's that got to do with the price of cheese?" She smirked slightly as he looked up to her and frowning. "Carla, I had an affair with Sharon... I'm your dad."

Carla couldn't process the information she had just heard. She simply sat upright in the bed, frozen with confusion. How could he be her dad? Why didn't she remember this? She felt Johnny's hand rub her arm and could hear the faint noise of him speaking to her but everything felt like a blur. Did he know he was her father for all those years? Why hadn't he told her sooner? Her entire childhood could have been so different had she had a parent that might have care even the slightest bit about her. It was just as well Carla was still on the bed because as she fell backwards she landed softly on the pillows. Her head spun due to the amount of information she was trying to understand in such a short amount of time. She had been dealing with everything fine up until now but it had just got to be too much. "Carla, I'm here. It's Johnny.. it's your dad." Johnny said comfortingly, hopeful that she wouldn't reject his advances to be there for his. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to slow down the room that seemed to spin around her. She opened her mouth to speak before Johnny interrupted. "What is it, love. What do you need?" He stayed by her side, awaiting her answer. "Roy.. I need Roy.".