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I said I'd moved on and I'll leave it alone,

But before I walk out there is something that I need you to know,

I got lost in a blink of an eye,

And I can never get back, no I've never got back,

You were not there when I wanted to say,

That you were everything that right and it wasn't you but me to change,

Now I got to go it alone,

But I'll never give up, no I'll never give up.

Adam
I'd like to say that I felt no pain as I waited for news. That I felt numb, and that I knew that Kirsty would make it through, because she's so strong. But no matter how well she handled being kicked down again and again, there was no certainty that her body could cope with something like this. Numerous fractures, possible head injuries, cuts and bruises.
I'd like to say it didn't hurt to be in this situation once again. But that would be lying.

I hadn't been allowed in resus with Kirsty, so I sat on a bench just outside the ED, shaking like mad. People stared at me as if I was an animal in a zoo. Thinking back on it, it was hardly surprising. I was drenched in Kirsty's blood, something that will haunt my every nightmare for the rest of my life.

What am I fighting for,

There must me something more,

For all these words I've said,

Do you feel anything?

"Here," Tess handed me a hot cup of coffee. "It should help with the shock." I nodded my gratitude, and moved so she could sit beside me.
"How is she?" I asked.
"Stable, but in a pretty critical condition." For a while, neither of us said a word; because there was nothing either of us could say. There were no divine words that could lift the dire situation from our shoulders and relieve us of the pain.
"I should have seen this coming." I eventually murmured. She looked up at me with a questioning look on her face.
"Seen what coming?" I sighed, taking a sip of my drink and ignoring the pain as it burnt my tongue.
"I should have known she'd go back to him."
"To who, Adam?"
"Her husband. Warren." Tess put a comforting hand on my back.
"So he's... Abusive then? Violent?" I nodded, running a hand through my dishevelled hair. After a few minutes of silence, Tess spoke again. "There's no evidence that she was beaten in any way, Adam. Her injuries suggest that she fell down the stairs. And isn't that where you found her?" I shrugged.
"I know, but I'm sure he had something to do with it." I said bitterly. "He probably pushed her or something." Tess sighed.
"Yes, we both know that's always a possibility. But you know the police will need a statement from Kirsty before they can arrest her husband, don't you?" She shook her head pityingly. "They'll want a word with you as well, and we've started weaning Kirsty off anaesthesia. It shouldn't be too long before she's awake, and I expect she'd like to see you."

I said I'm OK but I know how to lie,

You were all that I had,

You were delicate and hard to find,

I got lost in the back of my mind,

And I can never get back, no I've never got back

You were not there when I needed to say,

I hit the bottom so fast that my head was spinning 'round for days,

Now I gotta go it alone,

But I will never give up, no I'll never give up

I brushed a curl back from her eyes, taking in her broken figure. Her skin was pasty, and glimmered with a thin layer of sweat. She was barely conscious, and opened a heavy eye as a tear trickled down her cheek -whether through pain or sorrow I couldn't tell, and the intubation tubed in her throat meant she was unable to make it any clearer to me or anyone else.
Machines beeped, and she looked so fragile and small underneath all the many wires and other hospital equipment she was attached to.
"Hey," I soothed. "Don't cry, it'll be all right." Her eyes flickered over to look at me, in them swimming a painful cocktail of hurt, betrayal and exhaustion. The imploring look she gave me made me want to throw up, and I had to clench my fist to keep myself from rushing out of resus and finding that pathetic excuse of a husband myself.
But deep down, I knew that the time would come for retribution and justice, and at that moment Kirsty needed me to comfort her, not to be a hero.
"Okay, let's give her another five of morphine." I asked a passing nurse, who hurried to do as she'd been told. Turning back to Kirsty, I dropped a gentle kiss on her clammy forehead, holding her undamaged hand- the other had fractures in both a metacarpal and her ulna*. Her collarbone had also suffered a hairline fracture, and two of her ribs had spiral fractures, indicating that she'd had a nasty fall. But not that she'd been pushed.
All of this was irrelevant when I thought of the person beholding all these injuries. She wasn't just a patient, she wasn't just anyone... It was my Kirsty.
Sweet, kind, undeserving Kirsty.
Within a few minutes of administering the powerful painkiller, her facial features began to relax, and although it may have just been my ever hopeful imagination, I was certain I saw a weak smile disguised behind the tubes protruding from her.

What am I fighting for,

There must me something more,

For all these words I've said,

Do you feel anything

One hour later
"So when did she first tell you about the abuse?" I thought back to the night where she'd poured out her heart to me.
"Erm... About two and a half weeks ago, I think."
"And in that time, you didn't contact the authorities to tell them what was going on?"
"No, I wanted Kirsty to be the one to report him herself." Police Constable Durrham gave me a sceptical look.
"Right. So you've never actually seen him physically hurt her then?"
"No, but I have seen the marks he's left on her."
"What kind of marks? Bruising?" I nodded. "Where?"
"Pretty much everywhere. Her back, arms, legs, ribs..."
"And it didn't occur to you to occur the police?" I sighed exasperatedly. He'd been shooting questions at me for the past ten minutes, and I was beginning to grow tired of having to repeat myself.
"Like I said, I decided that was Kirsty's decision." He shook his head as though in disbelief.
"Right. Well, we'll need Mrs. Clements to confirm this before we can get a warrant to arrest her husband."
"But by the time she's ready, he'll have-" he raised a hand to cut me off mid-sentence.
"I know it's aggravating Mr. Trueman. But we can't prosecute without a statement from someone who was actually there." I nodded, running a tired hand through my hair.
"All right." He flashed me a half-sympathetic smile.
"I'm sorry. I wish there was more I could do, but my hands are tied." I nodded, and PC Durrham patted me on the shoulder before leaving me alone with my thoughts and complaints.

What am I fighting for,

There must me something more,

For all these words I've said,

Do you feel anything

Kirsty
When you'd get cross I would cower away, praying for a relief of some sort. A change. I allowed myself be dragged into a vicious circle that, try as I might, I could not break out of.
Perhaps you were not entirely at fault. It's certainly possible that I played up to your violent outbursts once or twice.
It's possible that I purposefully left my mobile phone somewhere I knew you'd find it the night I kissed Adam. At least then I knew that my whereabouts and company were still important to you- although for yours or my own sake I could never be too sure on.
I allowed you to work out your aggression on me Warren, because I truly believed that our situation had the opportunity to improve. But I gave you too many second chances.
Once upon a time, I wouldn't fight back when you unleashed your chasms of rage upon my body, and left me bruised and battered time and time again.
But not any more. I will fight you, no matter how terrifying it gets.
Because I've discovered something: I do have the opportunity to improve. It's been staring me in the face for so long now, and I was too busy trying to play Happy Families to realise it.
You have hurt me for the last time.
Now, I fight.

Said that I'd fight for the one that I've found,

I'm gonna stay here while I wait for you to come around,

I fight you're apart of me now,

And I will never give up, no I'll never give up

* Metacarpal – Finger
* Ulna – Just below the wrist bones.
I don't know why I used all the medical terms, I just felt like it XD Spiral fractures indicate that the bone was twisted when it broke, which could indicate that someone had fallen and rolled down some stairs at speed.
Can't wait for the Casualty tomorrow! I got my braces today, horrible ones with blocks down the sides... It's pulling all the muscles in my jaw, so the thought of Casualty is cheering me up greatly.
Lyrics are 'Fighting', by Yellowcard.

P.S – You didn't really think I'd let our Kirsty die, did you? :D