IM SOOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT ! I'm thinking of bringing this story to an end , I'll carry on if you guys really want . But I just think my chapters and getting rubbisher as the go along ! Please read and review xx

Millie woke up to the concerning eyes of her Uncle staring into hers . He looked warn out and tired , his hair was a mess and his clothes scruffy . Millie , still unable to speak , gave him a curious look . As if to say " what on earth happened to you " . But of course , the look had to do . Suddenly Dylan whipped out a little torch and shone it brightly in in her left eye . It took Millie a few seconds to react to this act but she responded by attempting to outstretch her arm to push his away . But she couldn't, looking down she realised that she was held to the bed by handcuffs. Her eyes widened with fear and her mouth stretched into an O . She gave Dylan a desperate look . He sighed .

"Your handcuffed to the bed as you are a danger to yourself and to others .." He said with a drone .

Millie stared at him not believing what she was hearing.

"A doctor from the psychological department will be down to see you shortly to discuss your treatment."

Treatment?! What on earth was he on about !? She wasn't crazy! Far from it !

"Talk of the devil .." Dylan muttered as a smart looking person came into the room with a clipboard and pen . Dylan shook his hand and the doctor who identified himself as 'Finn' took a seat in the chair opposite Dylan .

" Hello ... " he chirped looking down at his notes to check he had her name right . "...Millie!" He finished.

Millie nodded , not wanting to be rude .

"And I'm guessing your her father ? Pleasure to meet you ! "

Millie's eyes darted to Dylan's chair , wanting him to explain her predicament to 'Finn' .

"Oh ! Uh no ! But I am her legal guardian!" He announced producing a brown cardboard envelope. He opened it and pulled out a crisp cream sheet of paper that had a fancy red boarder and several signatures on it . Finn read it carefully.

"Ahh ! Congratulations! " Finn exclaimed . Millie stared at him , why was he congratulating her ?

He took on a serious face as he proceeded to jot stuff down on his clipboard.

"So , Millie how have you been lately? "

Millie looked across at Dylan.

"Oh ! " he said , finally getting the hint . " Millie can't speak at the moment , we are working on it though ! "

Finn nodded . Pulling a key from his pocket he unlocked the cuffs . Millie reached across a got the whiteboard and pen from the table .

' Okay ' she scribbled .

" Now , how have things been at home ?"

' Okay '

"Why did you feel the need to take your life earlier this week ? "

' ?'

"You slit your wrist , you nearly bled

to death .." He pointing out . He gestured to the red tube of blood flowing into her arm via a drip . Millie made a grab to pull it out , but was promptly stopped by Dylan .

'It was an accident, I fell out of the bed . A knocked a vase over and it smashed , the glass went in my wrist ' she furiously jotted.

"Hmmm okay , if you say so .." Said Finn . Clearly not convinced.

'I'm not a lair '

"We know , we know ...!" Exclaimed Finn , not wanting to aggravate the "suicidal " girl .

"How do you feel about the adoption? "

'What adoption ? '

"I've agreed to take you in , it's what your father would have wanted " Dylan butted in .

Mille didn't reply .

"Are you happy with this ?"

' it's Okay '

"Are you sure that what happened was an accident? "

'Positive '

Finns pager went off , shattering the silence.

"I'll be back in a hour , lots of patients! " he chuckled. He left with his clipboard .

The second he left Millie shot dagger eyes at Dylan . His cheeks flushed red as he nervously shuffled in his chair .

"Don't look at me like that ! I'll have you know that I was seriously concerned that you had tried to kill yourself ! " He murmured.

'When can I go home ?'

"I'll arrange physio for you , I'd like you to be able to walk before you can come home . Besides , I need to finish your room ."

' Can we go outside ?'

"I don't see why not , I'll get you a chair !" Dylan said cheerfully , he liked the idea of caring for someone who he actually liked . He was fed up of everyone thinking he was a mean person .

Wheeling the chair back into the room he carefully scooped Millie up and plonked her in the chair , pulling the extra blanket from the bed her tucked her safely in.

" First stop , the ED !"

Millie instantly pulled the emergency brake on the side of the wheel , causing Dylan to trip over it and land in a heap next to her .

"Why on earth did you do that ?" He groaned .

' I don't want to go down there , take me back '

"But we only just left !"

' I don't care '

"I'm sorry but the fresh air will do you good . You are going whether you like it or not . "

Millie frowned . Then she had an idea ! Her monitor was still attached to her , scanning her every breath and heartbeat . If she held her breath then surly it would go off ? Dylan would have to take be back then, she thought to herself . Well here goes nothing .

Millie drained all the air from her lungs , and controlled herself not to take another breath . Looking up at the machine , she could see several numbers dropping . Dylan absentmindedly looked over at the machine , like he did everyday . His eyes grew large with shock .

"Millie ?" He whispered .

Millie clamped her eyes shut and hung her head , letting her whole body go to jelly.

"Oh no " he whispered again. This time spinning the wheelchair back around and darting to Millie's room .

Practically throwing her into the bed he unhooked the stethoscope from his neck and placed it to her chest .

Expecting to hear the faint flicker of her heart that he was dreading , it came as a surprise to him when he could hear her heart beating as strong as it should be . Stepping back confused he scratched his head. Suddenly it clicked .

"MIIIILLLLIIIEEEE! He roared , causing Millie to take a sudden intake of breath that hurt her chest . A cheeky grin spread across her face . Suddenly Dylan lunged at her , his strong arms wrapped around her smallish frame . She instantly reached into a hug , his warm embrace making her feel safe . She clutched his shirt as she squeezed him .

"You can let go now "

Millie shook her head in disagreement , Dylan took this as a way of her saying that she's happy to be with him . But the truth was that holding her breath for so long that she felt rather dizzy and felt it best to hold onto Dylan for support .

At that moment Finn entered still carrying his clipboard .

"Can I have a work with you outside please?" Dylan asked , Millie had finally let go of him .

Finn nodded and they both left the room .

Millie tried to listen in on their conversation but it was very hard . Is sounded as if they were arguing, but what about ? Although the voices were muffled it was obvious that they were discussing Millie . Dylan began shouting at Finn who was doing his best to defend himself from Dylan's harsh words , but was obviously failing due to the slight warble in his voice.

Dylan suddenly burst through the door and flopped down in the chair that made your back ache . Millie stared at him , wanting an answer.

"He won't be bothering us anymore " he concluded.

Millie nodded and settled herself back into the comfy sheets of her bed . Before long she was fast asleep, and so was Dylan . A knock at the door woke them both . As Dylan got up to answer it Millie decided that she wasn't in the mood for visitors and settled down once again . But the visitors had other ideas about how she was going to spend her evening .

Dylan put his hand on the door and began to push the handle down , the door was practically bombed open as most of Dylan's co-workers pushed into the small room .

They all had soppy grind on their faces as they filed in . Dylan attempted to make a point that Millie was not up for visitors but they didn't really care . Even Lofty came up to see her , although he just stood shuffling awkwardly in the corner . Millie was handed several prezzies that were dosed up on sugar and a few glossy magazines from Robyn . Zoe pressed a £50 note into Millies hand and winked as she left the room . Ethan had given her a basic school set and several notebooks . Cal gave her a cheap get well soon card and already wilting bunch of flowers , not wanting to be rude Millie kindly thanked Cal and placed the flowers in a new vase on the table next to her . Lily simply placed a envelope containing a get well soon card on the table and left the room . Max was the last person to give Millie a gift , it was a big poorly wrapped soft parcel . Millie opened it with care not wanting to rip the paper as she liked the pattern on it , but was ultimately distraught when Dylan snatched it from her and crumpled it up . Millie looked down in her lap to find a knitted blanket . It was bright purple with a pink border , it had her name woven into it . Millie could tell it took a lot of loving skill and dedication , something that Max himself did not posses . Millie's eyes began to well up as she took a sniff of the warm fabric , it smelt like sweet musty perfume . She grinned at Max , he shuffled on his feet clearly embarrassed by the glare that Dylan was giving him.

"I-I-I got my Mum to make it for you , do you like it ? " he asked hopefully .

Millie nodded a satisfied nod at max and snuggled into it . Max and Dylan exchanged and an awkward stare as Max left the room .

'why were you staring at him like that ? '

"I'm just tired , that's all ! "

A week had passed . Millie was back on track to be walking in the next few days . It was a surprisingly a very fast recovery , but Millie still wasn't talking . Millie could only take a few steps , but then collapsed into the physiotherapists arms . Millie's room had become a sort of shrine for the ED staff to spend their breaks , after all . Millie had Netflix on her telly so it was a good place to be . During her stay Millie had watched all 3 series's of Orange Is The New Black , all of Sense 8 and most of Little Britain . Lily had sat with her for most of her break once and introduced her to Sherlock . Millie was hooked . She couldn't stop watching the episodes over and over , she knew the lines for each scene and who said what. She especially liked Benedict Cumberbatch , his character reminded her of Dylan !

Millie was happily sat watching her favourite episode when Dylan burst in after a long shift .

"Come on ! Chop chop ! " he exclaimed!

Millie rolled her eyes and pushed back the covers . Dylan helped her into the wheelchair and quickly sped of towards the lift . Millie had been doing therapy for at least a week , her progress was amazing considering her injures . Millie would have given anything to be able to walk again, she hated being on bed rest .

Pulling up to the well lit room Millie pulled herself out of the chair she slowly shuffled along the banister to the chair next to the big wooden desk . Sat behind the desk was a rather large lady called April , she was a lovely person and her heart was as big as she was .

"Millie ! How are we feeling this afternoon?" She gleefully asked , April loved her job .

Millie nodded . She loved April, she was so kind and welcoming . She gave Millie a big hug after each session and then paged Dylan to fetch her . Dylan was invited to stay for the first few times but then was shunned away because he kept on interfering with Aprils way of doing things.

Dylan nodded at the jolly nurse and turned to leave .

" Would you like to stay today Mr Keogh ? "

Dylan froze in his tracks , with a sharp spin on his heels he turned around to face April . A cautious questionable look spread across his face , he was unsure of weather she was joking or not . He opened his mouth to speak but then he decided that it would be best not to ruin his chance of staying at the session . April began to explain what they were going to do today , Millie pretended that she was listing intently , but she wasn't . Dylan stared at her from across the room , he often wondered what he's got himself into . Maybe she would have been better of in care ? As a child Dylan's two-timing Dad left his mother Dylan was put into care . He knew how it would feel being separated from the people who cared about you , was he doing the right thing ? His trail of thought was destroyed when Millie began to stand and make her way (with the help of April ) to the two poles in the middle of the room .

Millie stood at one end and Dylan at the other .

"On the count of 3 your going to start walking , make sure you hold onto the poles . We don't want you falling over now do we? " April chimed .

Millie nodded and proceeded to slowly walk along the poles to Dylan . She held her breath for the entire short walk , finally reaching the end after what felt like hours . Millie collapsed straight into the strong arms of her uncle . He gave her a quick squeeze before turning her around and placing her back on the poles ready for the walk back . Millie felt safer when Dylan was around to help her , April wasn't the fittest of people and couldn't really help Millie of her feet when she fell , which was often .

Millie began walking back , with a little more confidence this time . She looked up to see how far she had to go . Big mistake. Millie tripped over her own feet causing her to plummet to the ground . Slamming her chin on the pole on the way down . A familiar trickle of blood made its way down her neck , pooling at the neck line of her once white tee .

Dylan was straight to the scene , picking her up and balancing her on the one of the poles . He carefully tilted her head , whilst April ran off to get some tissues.

Millie was half expecting Dylan to make a snide comment about April, but instead he just held her head to the light so he could see her injury . Millie stared at him , waiting for a reply to why she was bleeding . He had his doctor face on . She hated it , it was so serious and sharp . He stared at her intently , he was making a big fuss over nothing really.

"You've just split your lip , nothing to bad , no stitches ! " he finally announced.

April came scurrying back over her face all red from rushing about , she had a green medical bag in her arms which she practically threw at Dylan .

Unzipping it he produced a small bottle of clear liquid that should have been labeled : I CAUSE INTESE PAIN TO THE SLIGHTEST OF CUTS OR GRAZES ! But instead was simply labelled as Antiseptic wash . Dylan cleaned the wound with a clean gauze dipped in saline . Then splashed a small amount of the torturous liquid on her lip. The pain seared through her face her eyes pricking , she didn't cry . She just hugged Dylan , he whispered that she had to keep trying .