It's very quiet out there… you're making me nervous.

"Nikki there is nothing wrong with me, there is nothing wrong with you," He took another step closer.

"You don't know that for sure! They're the doctors!" she pointed at the white suits still scrabbling around the floor.

"Please Harry, just leave me alone!"

He was stood half a pace in front of her and very slowly reached up to hold her arms.

"I just need to talk to you. I've had about as much as I can take this weekend. Please Nikki?"

"What have you done, what have you done?" she wailed. "You should have stayed where it was safe, you should have kept away from me."

"I am safe when I'm with you," he confessed looking deeply into her eyes.

"You'll be saying something else, when I start bleeding internally, and you start vomiting your guts up," she spat back angrily.

"That is not going to happen," Harry declared slowly and even more slowly pulled her towards him. He kept eye contact with her, willing her to calm down, to relax and to trust him, but there were still hints of tears and as she looked back into his eyes and realised what he wanted to do she gave a subtle shake of her head.

"You don't want to do that," she whispered.

"I think you'll find that I do," he said seriously and gently kissed her lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it didn't need to be; he tugged her again, releasing her arms and pulled her into a hug. He felt her resist him at first, still trying to keep herself away from him, but then all of a sudden she let out a heart breaking sob and clutched at him tightly.

"I'm frightened, Harry," she cried.

"It's going to be ok," he soothed.

"You shouldn't have come in here," she repeated, half-heartedly putting her hand on his chest to push him away. He just held her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"What? I was supposed to just stand at the window and watch you in pain? You know I couldn't do that," he said solemnly.

"But you?"

"I was given the all clear yesterday Nikki, we're going to be fine."

"Then why are you still here?" she asked pulling back to look at him. His face answered her question but they were suddenly startled by a noise, it was Grumpy Doctor.

"Can you just do what you need to do and leave us alone please?" Harry asked them.

"We'll need to take blood and a sample before we go."

Harry kissed Nikki's forehead and moved out of the way so that the doctors could work.

He leant against the window and raised the blind, he looked back into his vacant room, watching the reflections as the nurse took another sample of blood and then Nikki disappeared off to the bathroom presumably to provide a sample. He looked up at Grumpy Doctor but he couldn't read his expression through the mask.

"Thank you," Harry said, just in case.

When everyone had left, Harry moved across and sat down on the bed.

"I'm really sorry," he said.

"You shouldn't be in here, I'm not talking to you," she replied tartly, crossing her arms, having regained her composure.

"I needed you to know. I needed you to know that I meant what I said. You are too important to me for me to muck this up." He said quietly but sincerely.

"What so you can come in here and watch me die, this is not Romeo and Juliet." She replied her face turned resolutely away from his.

"Nikki, you haven't got any of the things you're scared of, and even if you have there is no place else I'd rather be."

"Bullshit," she replied.

"Is it?" he countered, getting off the bed as he felt his own temper rising. "So what if you do have Ebola, or Lassa or the Hantavirus and you've got one week left, you think I wouldn't want to be with you? You think it would be enough for me to stand at that window and watch your body destroy itself? Is that what you think I'm capable of?

What actually do I have to look forward to?

What?

If you weren't here?

What?

Living another lonely forty years of supposedly glorious bachelor existence and then dying even more sad and lonely than I am now? I'd be lucky if I could scrape two people to pitch up at my funeral then who actually cared about me. At least if I die now, I'd have four!"

"Four?" she questioned.

"My mum, Leo, Janet and Zak," Harry suggested.

"I don't think Zak counts," she replied seriously but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Good, because I don't think we're dying!" he replied.

"Would you have kissed me, if you thought I was?" she asked.

"Probably…It would just go to prove my point."

"Your point?"

"That kissing you IS dangerous!" he smiled and felt the muscles in his jaw relax as his temper subsided. He was relieved to see that she smiled back.