Liam staggered backwards almost tripping over his own feet and started to tumble to the ground, clutching at his stomach and landing just centimetres from Carla with a thud. Lashings of blood had already poured from his wound and soaked into his t-shirt and the staining of blood continued to spread across the material as he squirmed and moaned in pain upon the floor. Looking across at Liam Carla could see his eyes were glazed and he seemed almost paralysed by his pain. She wished she could do something to help but in pain from her own wound she struggled to move across the small gap on the floor that parted them.
Tony stared at the scene before him that he had created and was responsible for, what a mess, the two lovers now covered in blood from stab wounds he'd given them and struggling to reach one another. He felt a sudden surge of anger as he saw Carla's fingers extending out and reaching for Liam and he wasn't going to let her help him. Purposely he had made her wound minor compared to the one he'd inflicted upon Liam, his intention had been just to warn Carla, but for Liam it was a malicious act and one he hoped would be fatal.
Quickly striding across the floor towards Carla's back he stood across her body and catching her completely unaware he reached down and grabbed her by the waist. Lifting her off of the floor and back to her feet he held her back as she tried to struggle, weakly at that against him to return to Liam. Tony's grip on her was strong and he seemed to have a sudden surge of power he was using on her and she wished she had the strength to fight him properly.
Dragging Carla away from Liam, Tony had to put up with her feet kicking and scraping against the floor in an attempt to stop him from tearing them apart but he was still winning. Carla knew she was fighting a losing battle and she needed help but who here was going to help her, the staff just seemed to be ignoring all of today's events. Screaming was all she could do for attention as Tony hurried to pull her through the doorway of their room and back out into the corridor.
A few guests gave her a funny look as he continued to drag her and Tony didn't take to them kindly. To stop Carla he clapped his hand to her mouth in an attempt to silence her, his plan however backfired when Carla realised his hand wasn't quite covering her fully open mouth. Sinking her top and bottom teeth into either side of his hand she bit as hard as she could until he pulled away groaning. She had weakened his grip on her waist just enough to use her weight and flop forward free of him as he turned his attention to his mildly injured hand.
Carla fell with a thud to the floor and then scrambled forward back towards the room. For a moment Tony was oblivious but when he caught sight of her scrambling forward, clawing at the rug that lined the corridor he shook off the pain he was feeling and stormed off after her. He soon caught up with her and swiping down with his hand attempted to grip her ankle or the dress, either would do, anything just to pull her back.
Carla gripped the rug as tightly as she could, still pulling her body slowly back in the direction of Liam and hadn't looked back since breaking free from Tony. Eventually Tony managed to get a grip on the hem of the dress and Carla heard a tear with the next move she made. Stopping she turned slowly and saw Tony, now down on his knees with a fistful of her wedding gown tightly gripped in his hand. She didn't stop to think, screaming again she struggled on slowly making a further progress.
The dress continued to rip violently as Tony pulled upon it in a feeble attempt to keep Carla from achieving her goal. He needed something stronger to use for resistance, with his spare hand he frantically searched below the layers of material and netting for her ankle and eventually found it and gripped it tight. Carla flinched as she felt his cold hand wrap around her delicate ankle and using her other foot desperately tried to kick him off. He kept his strong grip on her and eventually was managing to drag her back to him, once again Carla found herself losing at the hands of the Scottish madman that was Tony Gordon.
She was saddened by the fact he had managed to get his way and gave up fighting against him, he was a force that she was powerless to defeat. With teary eyes she allowed him to pull her up and off of the floor and capture her in his arms again. Giving in she turned her body to face him and looked up at him with a sad and upset expression. She knew she was going to regret what she was about to do but Tony was leaving her no choice, it was this or Liam would die for certain. Knowing what she knew about Maria and his unborn child she couldn't let that happen.
"Get Liam help Tony and I promise you I am yours. I will leave with you, here, tonight and without argument as Mrs Gordon" she whispered quietly, her voice full of emotion.
Tony examined her momentarily as he attempted to determine if she was being genuine or if this was just some clever little game she was playing. Standing up straight and asserting his authority Tony stared back into her eyes with a look that sent shivers down her spine.
"Okay Mrs Gordon, you have yourself a deal" he said softly in his accent as he tightened his grip around her. Kissing her hard he let his grip lighten and slid his hand down her arm to find her hand and took it firmly in his. Spinning her round so she stood by his side he held her hand and helped her to stumble away from the bedroom and Liam till they reached the top of the main staircase. Scooping her up in his arms and careful not to apply pressure on her wound he carried her down to the lobby.
Liam lay upon the bedroom floor groaning weakly at the pain, it consumed him to the point he hadn't even realised that Tony had captured Carla and taken her away. He was feeling ever weaker with every second that passed and his earlier injuries weren't helping the situation. However he knew he needed help, medical attention and with blurred vision scanned the room to see if he could find a means of communication. His groans were not bringing him any assistance and he knew now it was all up to him.
Spotting the telephone on the bedside table he dragged himself across the room with one arm as he kept the other clapped firmly across his wound in an attempt to prevent any further heavy bleeding. It was failing miserably as blood continued to ooze from the wound with every tiny movement he made. Reaching the telephone he stretched up and pulled it off of the table where it fell to the floor almost hitting him on the head on the way down. The dial tone rang out loudly in the room as Liam reached and pressed zero to dial the front desk.
Pain got the better of him as he listened to the phone ring and ring by his ear. Shutting his eyes he waited for someone to answer.
"Hello…hello…can I help you?" came a sweet voice eventually at the other end of the line, but her voice fell on deaf ears. Liam had blacked out, his hand relaxing where it held the wound and slipping from his stomach to his side. Liam needed a miracle if he was to survive.
