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Behind Closed Doors
Chapter 9 – Sleep and Questions
Sleep.
A time to rest, a time for the body to restore itself after a hard day, to dream and to relax.
So why, yet again, was she lying awake staring at the same white pattered ceiling? Why did she often find it so hard to doze off?
Sometimes it was easy to work out what kept her awake. Sometimes it was just Warren's snoring. Sometimes it was Warren's restless body as he slept fitfully next to her. Sometimes it was as simple as those nights when Warren had fallen asleep holding her hand. She could never free herself from his grasp nor could she sleep. More often than not though it was the thoughts that kept her awake though, the little worries and the thoughts she was too busy during the day to think over.
Tonight she was worrying about work. About Adam. She rolled over, her eyes wide open, the evening in pub was once again playing over in her mind, Adam's face, Warren's grip. She had work in three hours and she didn't dare think about the questions Adam would ask when he got the chance too.
Part of her told her it was time to be honest, but part of her wished work could remind the place where home didn't exist. The problem was that the lines were beginning to blur. It wasn't that she was ashamed of Warren or Nita but she didn't want to admit caring for Warren was beating her. Did she really want the two worlds to crash together anymore than they already were? Honestly? Not really.
The alarm bleeped.
Kirsty stood up and embraced the dizziness that accompanied lack of sleep like an old friend. She dressed and left the room quietly and hurried downstairs where she made herself a strong black coffee before they day really begun.
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It was a busy Saturday morning. Kirsty was glad to get stuck in. As predicted she could see Adam trying to corner her, each time he managed to get close she would slip away to do something for the patient, he obviously wasn't going to say anything in front of any patients or the other staff but she was sure she couldn't keep avoiding him all day.
Flicking on the kettle Kirsty sighed as she heard the staffroom door open.
"Hey."
Adam.
"Hey." She replied raising her eyebrows slightly as the kettle began to bubble "Coffee?"
"I'd like a word actually..." Adam said and Kirsty sighed "I'm worried Kirsty..."
"About what?" Kirsty asked playing dumb and focusing on the kettle bubbling away infront of her.
"About you." Adam said simply as she turned to face him.
"I'm fine." Kirsty replied with a shrug
"I saw how Warren was gripping your wrist on Thursday..." Adam confessed "You've had bruises on your arms before, and your eye..."
"Look Adam it's not what you think..." Kirsty started looking ashamed
Adam grasped her wrist lightly and pushed up the sleeve to reveal the purple bruising from Warrens tight grasp.
"He hurt you!" Adam said gesturing at the bruises "He wasn't just holding your arm he was gripping onto it so tightly it's bruised!"
"Yes but its not that simple!" Kirsty snatched back her arm and glared up at him defensively. Warren had hurt her that much was true but Adam didn't know the full story.
"Kirsty don't make excuses for him!" Adam burst out his anger shocking Kirsty "Please... please talk to me, how serious is it? Has he hurt you more than just a black eye or a bruised wrist?" he added gently.
"Adam really, it's not what you think." Kirsty backed away fro mthe doctor unsure whether or not to speak the words that were on the edge of her tongue.
Bang!
She was saved the decision as Ruth flew into the staffroom.
"Major RTA football fans vs. Lorry." She told Adam and Kirsty completely oblivious of the conversation she had just walked in on
"We'll be right with you." Adam told Ruth who vanished
Kirsty walked straight past him towards the door.
"Just promise your ok..." Adam shot as she placed her hand on the handle
"Fine." Kirsty said turning to look at him "Honestly." She added wit ha forced smile.
Adam nodded and sighed slightly as Kirsty opened the door and left the staffroom ready to help with the RTA. He followed lost in his thoughts about her, worrying if she was in more danger than she wanted to let on.
