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An hour had passed and the police had not long left. They'd talked to Jaimee and the lads and while Jake and Danny had responded, Jaimee had not spoken a word. She is sat in Carla's chair in the office, surrounded by Carla, Michelle and the lads. Hayley enters the office, carrying a mug of tea, placing it on the desk in front of Jaimee.

'Here you are love, hot sweet tea for the shock.' Hayley said, although Jaimee doesn't respond.

Carla smiles weakly at Hayley who leaves the office, closing the door behind her. On the factory floor, the factory girls and Sean are watching, worried for Jaimee.

'Say something Jaimee. Please, you're really starting to worry me now.' Carla said softly.

Again Jaimee doesn't speak. The photo on her desk of her and the lads catches her eye and suddenly she is violently sick on the office floor, crying as she does so.

'Ok, ok you let it all out mate. That's it, sshh.' Danny said soothingly, rubbing her back.

'Do you two want us to look after her? It can't be easy for you.' Michelle offered.

'No but it's something we need to do. It's what he'd want. Isn't that right Jaimee?' Jake replied.

'We missed his last call.' Jaimee said suddenly; her voice hoarse and croaky with emotion.

'Hey, let's not worry about that now.' Jake said.

'We didn't tell him we loved him.'

'He knew. He always knew.' Danny reassured her, holding her tightly.

'Come on, shall we go home? Jake suggested.

Jaimee attempts to stand up but her legs give way, making her collapse into the office chair again. Her body is limp and her eyes blood-shot and brimming with tears.

'I think it's best she stays put for now. You two go back to the house, get your head down for a couple of hours and we'll bring her round when she's calmed down ok?' Carla said.

'Is that ok Jaimee?' Jake asked, receiving a weak nod from his friend.

'I promise we'll call you if we need you. It's best to take things easy. You'll make yourself ill and that's the last thing you need.' Michelle said.

'Thank you.'

Danny and Jake drop a kiss onto the top of Jaimee's head and leave the factory, still clearly worried for her. Michelle and Carla walk out of the office, closing the door to give Jaimee privacy.

'Right everyone, as you're all aware Jaimee lost one of her closest friends and as you can see she's not taken the news well. I think it goes without saying that work for today is done so get yourselves home and enjoy being with your families ok?'

'Give Jaimee our love won't you Mrs B?'

'Course I will. Thank you.'

'I can't believe this has happened.'

'Imagine losing your closest friend. They're practically family. It doesn't bare thinking about.'

'I know.'

'Hayley, would you mind doing me a favour before you go? Could you clean the mess in there? I'm afraid it's not a pretty sight but-.' Carla asked.

'I was going to give Roy a hand at the Cafe but that can wait. I'll get the mop.' Hayley agreed.

'Oh well-.' Carla said, feeling guilty.

'It's ok, I'll do it.' Julie offered.

'You sure?'

'Absolutely. I'd be happy to help. I'll go and sit with Jaimee for a while. You two need to go and let Peter and Matt know what's happened. And besides, a bit of fresh air will do you both good. You're looking a bit peaky after all that.' Julie said, indicating to Hayley that she could leave.

'You're right. Thank you, we won't be long though. If she gets any worse then call us straight away won't you?' Michelle said.

'Of course.'

Carla and Michelle leave the factory, although it is clear that are not completely comfortable leaving Jaimee alone. Julie enters the office quietly, taken aback by Jaimee's state.

'Jaimee...Jaimee, it's Julie. Sorry I shouldn't say that. It's not like your ill is it? You're in shock. But you know, you will get through this.' Julie said, to which Jaimee remains silent.

'Your mum's asked me to clean this mess on the floor so I'll just go and get a mop and bucket ok?' Julie told her before leaving the room.

Jaimee reaches for the framed photo of her and the lads. Jaimee is sat on her motorbike and the lads are stood around her, all of them smiling for the camera. She smiles weakly, remembering the old times with the boys. Julie enters the office carrying a mop and bucket.

'That's a lovely photo.' Julie said, peering over Jaimee's shoulder. 'How old were you when it was taken? It looks quite recent.'

'It was my 19th. The surprised me with the motorbike. They thought it was the most precious thing in my life.' Jaimee explained, her voice quiet and weary.

'And isn't it?' Julie asked.

'I love it, it's amazing but at that moment in time the lads were the most precious thing to me. They always will be, apart from mum of course. Now it's falling apart.' 'I feel sick.'

Jaimee is again violently sick on the floor and Julie immediately starts rubbing her back, trying her best to comfort her broken friend.

'Oh darlin', poor you.' Julie said, close to tears herself.

'Sorry.' Jaimee apologised.

'Don't apologise. The way you are, it's completely understandable after what's just happened. But you need to know, we're all here for you. Your mum, Michelle, Peter, all the factory girls, Matt. You're surrounded by people who care and because of that you will get through it.' Julie reassured her, hugging her tightly before beginning to clear the floor.

Over at the bookies, Carla enters the building where Peter is busy working, with his back to his wife.

'Peter.' Carla spoke, breaking the silence.

'Alright love? Missing me too much?' Peter joked before turning round and seeing his wife's pale complexion. 'What's the matter?'

'Jaimee's just got some bad news.'

'What's happened? Is she ok?' Peter asked, worried, walking round to the front of the desk.

'The police came round about an hour ago. Warren was killed yesterday afternoon.' Carla informed him, fighting back her own tears.

'No!?' Peter exclaimed in horror.

'She's in pieces, Peter. The lads have gone back to the house to try and get some kip but Jaimee's in my office. She's hardly talking; she's throwing up all over the place. She can't even stand up.' Carla explained, a tear escaping her eye and trickling down her cheek.

'Is Matt not with her?'

'Chelle's gone to tell him now. Honestly, she was so happy this morning, so excited about taking a meeting all on her own and now her whole world's been turned upside down.'