Ok guys, so this chapters really short because its just to fill in the gaps really. The next chapter should be longer but until then i leave you with this...
"How is she?"
Mickey's voice breaks the silence he's been sitting in for nearly 3 hours, tucked away in the corner of the hospitals canteen, hands clutching a mug of coffee that's gone cold and avoiding the wrath of both Neil and Jack. He already knows he's been dismissed but to hear it from their mouths might just be the last straw after a very long day and he's not sure how much more he can take. He cant seem to make himself leave however, his feet refuse to move in the direction of the entrance almost in the same way he couldn't leave her when she had a needle poised over the thin skin of her throat.
"She still hasn't woken up" he'd been getting regular updates from a nurse who felt sorry for him. "What about this guy then, who was he?"
"James Monroe, a big time dealer by the looks of things. Manchester police have been after him for a while apparently"
"So Manson will be able to get something out of him right?"
"He was pronounced dead at the scene Smithy." Mickey sighed. Disappointed was heavy in the air, although Smithy had watched the guy drop to the floor he'd been praying that he'd survive it just so they could lock him up. "There was something in the syringe, some kind of poison. Of course they won't know for sure what it was until the test reports come back"
"It could have been her"
"But it wasn't. She's ok Smithy and that's because of you mate." Mickeys hand came to rest heavily on his shoulder in an attempt at comforting him but he both knew they were thinking the same thing. It could have so easily been her lying on that floor. "Not that that's going to help you with Neil who's still looking for you Y'know!"
"I couldn't just…I couldn't leave her there. She was scared, I wasn't going to…I couldn't leave her alone. After that undercover operation I promised I'd always get her out of situation like these…instead we ended up walking straight into one I couldn't save her from… I just…"
"You love her" Smithy was aware of the fact that this was the part where he was meant to vehemently shake his head and disagree with Mickeys outrageous accusation, he just didn't have the energy to lie to himself any more.
"Yeah…I guess I do"
The two men sat in silence, Mickey's hand still resting on his shoulder as he leaned into the companionship, relief flooding his veins at having finally been able to admit his feelings to someone, even if it was the wrong person.
"Officer Smith?" His head shot up at the tentative voice of the young nurse he'd been getting updates from. She was small and slim, shy looking, someone who'd easily taken to a friendly face despite the blood still smeared across his uniform. He was just wearing his white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and trousers, the knees of which were smeared in her blood. His police gear was still lying on the stone floor of the room back at the Crack den and it saddened him to think he'd never see it again, never see his police badge again. "She's awake"
His heart soared then. Logically he'd known she'd wake up eventually, the wound had probably looked a lot worse than it was what with all the blood but his over active imagination had run wild on him and he'd been imagining the worst.
"Can I…" his voice wavered, unsure of himself and any right he had to see her after he'd walked her into that trap.
"Can we see her?" Mickey asked for him, his face turned up to stare at the nurse who was gazing at him unabashedly.
"S-sure" she stammered before hurrying off in the direction Smithy assumed she'd come from, only turning to look back at Mickey who was now on his feet and pulling Smithy up with him.
"Come on mate, let's go see how our girl's holding up"
