Bonnie let the door slam closed behind her and ran full pelt down the six flights of stairs and through the main doors and out on to the street. She didn't stop running until she reached the local park, and even that was a good ten minutes away, twenty if she'd walked. Bonnie lurched towards the closest rubbish bin, throwing herself at it , completely emptying the contents of her stomach. She wiped her mouth on the corner of her sleeve and headed over to a nearby bench, sitting down and pulling her knees to her chest. It was only then that she noticed her hands were coated in dried blood, blood that she knew didn't belong to her. Looking round, she spotted the parks toilets and dashed towards them, praying that no one paid attention to her. She scrubbed at her hands, making them raw and painful, in attempt to rid herself of the blood. The sound of sirens in the distance made Bonnie jump. There were two different sets. She couldn't tell if they were heading to the same place, she didn't even know if they were heading to her flat.
Jonny would be alright; he was a nurse for Christ's sake! He could patch himself up in a minute. She hadn't meant to do it, it wasn't her fault if she didn't mean to do it, right? She was just so angry at Jonny for wanting to leave and she just wanted him to realise that they belonged together. She was so hurt by his willingness to leave that she didn't want to live if he wasn't supposed to run at her. He wasn't supposed to fight her. He was supposed to realise that he was making the biggest mistake of his life if he did leave. He was supposed to tell her that he wasn't being serious, that it was some sort of sick joke, that he wasn't really leaving. He was supposed to tell her how much he loved her, not run at her and impale himself on the knife. This was all his fault, not hers, she'd done nothing wrong!
The sirens faded and all she could hear outside the confines of the public toilets were the gentle rattles of day to day park life. Bonnie dried her now mostly blood stain free hands and left, walking back to the bench she'd not long vacated. She kept repeating to herself, over and over again, that she hadn't done anything wrong, that what happened twenty minutes ago was just an accident. An accident that Jonny had caused. She thought over what had been said between them the last couple of days, over the arguments that had undoubtedly caused the breakdown of their relationship. Bonnie looked for the common factor, the one thing that linked every little thing together, knowing that she'd find one - and she did. No sooner had she begun searching her mind, the common factor revealed itself. Jac Naylor had been causing trouble for them ever since her and Jonny had gotten together. She was forever creating problems, forcing them to argue, trying to create invisible barriers between them; her and Jonny one side, with Bonnie on the other. Jonny should have believed her, listened to her when she tried to make him see what Jac was doing. If only Jac was out of the picture, then it could just be her, Jonny and Emma. Bonnie was just as much Emma's mum as Jac is, and Jac was forcing her away. It wasn't fair, Bonnie had just as much right to be a part of Emma's life... and that's just how it was going to be. Jac had tried to keep Emma away from her, now it was time for Bonnie to turn the tables.
Bonnie needed a plan. A plan that would ensure that she had Emma all to herself, well, herself and Jonny. Jonny was always complaining about how little he gets to see his - their - daughter, and how he would love to have her more often. Now was his chance to do just that. Jonny would forgive her for him being hurt in he accident he caused when he finds out she has Emma all to herself, so they can be a proper family. All Bonnie had to do was take Emma, and she knew she would have to wait until Jac was away from her. That meant taking Emma while she was in the hospital crèche, meaning that Bonnie would have to make her way there.
She took her time walking to the hospital, not wanting to draw attention to herself by running all the way. She wasn't wearing her scrubs, having changed out of them before he left for home at the end of her shift earlier that morning, but her hospital ID was stuffed in to the front pocket of her jeans. The area where the crèche was located was restricted to hospital personnel only; she'd need her ID to unlock the door and gain access.
She got to the hospital half an hour after leaving the park, thankful that she didn't have to get the bus. She got to the entrance and stopped briefly upon seeing the multiple police cars. Bonnie moved behind one of the bushes, keeping herself out of sight, not knowing whether they were there to see her or for something unrelated. She would need a distraction to get in, something that would make the officers standing at the doors not give her a second glance. As luck would have it, the distraction she needed came not even thirty seconds later. An ambulance came screeching to a halt, sirens blaring, Bonnie took the opportunity to rush forward and meet the paramedics and other nurses with the patient, pushing the bed inside the hospital with them. She didn't follow them into the lift, instead letting go of the rail to the bed and walking to the stairs, taking them two at a time to the crèche's floor.
It was deserted when she arrived, something else that she was thankful for - she didn't want to have to explain why she was there out of working hours... and there was the fact that Jac had given orders for Bonnie not to be allowed near the crèche. Bonnie could hear the sounds of the young children playing and it was then that she realised taking Emma would be a lot harder than she thought. There were at least two nursery nurses' that worked the morning shift, with another coming in at noon. Taking Emma would have to be done soon, or she risked not being able to do it at all.
Bonnie walked up to the door, looking through the glass to know where every one was. She could see Emma laying on a play mat on the floor immediately and grinned at the sight of the little girl gnawing on her tiny fists. The two women charged with looking after the group of toddlers and babies were both busy attending to some of the youngest, changing their nappies and, quite stupidly, had their backs to the doors. All Bonnie had to do now was create enough of a distraction to lure one of the women out of the main room.
Keeping her position outside the door, Bonnie pulled out her phone and dialled the number for the creche, knowing that the staff here never fail to answer. From her spot she could see one of the women finish dressing the boy she was changing and dart to the office, seconds later the call was answered.
"Hello, Holby City crèche, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I'm calling from Keller, we have a patient who was admitted with her son but has been taken to theatre and we're waiting on someone to collect him. Is it possible for someone to come and get him whilst we're waiting on family? We can't have him on the ward alone." She hoped she'd sounded convincing enough. All she needed was for her to leave for five minutes and she'd have what she needed.
"Yes, of course. I'll be up in two minutes."
"Okay, thanks. Bye." Her plan was working, she couldn't believe it. Soon she would have Emma in her arms and could be on her way.
Bonnie watched the woman dart back out of the office, speak to her colleague and move towards the door. Bonnie flattened herself against the wall as the door swung open and grabbed the handle before it closed, knowing she wouldn't be able to enter otherwise. She slipped in and stayed crouched behind the line of pushchairs and prams, knowing that the remaining woman wouldn't be able to see her. She would have a minute at most to take Emma, and luckily the little girl was only three foot away from her. Bonnie spotted Emma's changing bag near where Emma was laying, and knowing she'd need it, made a mental note to grab it on her way. She redialled the number and watched as the remaining woman jumped up and ran to the office. Bonnie made her move and darted towards Emma, lifting her up, grabbing the changing bag and running for the door.
She let the door close on it's own behind her and jogged towards the door to the stair well, holding Emma close to her chest as she hoisted the changing bag over her shoulder.
Soo... yeah... I don't even know what I wrote...