Tony had been given the go ahead to sit at Carla's side and the consultant had stressed to him the severity of her situation just as Tom had earlier back at the hotel. Her skin was pasty and pale but had a little more colour than it had earlier and he was grateful in part that they had managed to stabilise her condition. There was a downside though and not one that Tony was pleased about, the consultant had also advised that due to the 'traumatic' events Carla had been through she needed rest and lots of it. This meant that she wasn't able to travel or participate in strenuous activity for a few weeks.

Tony was outraged, he'd paid a fortune for the seats on the first class flight to L.A and so he needed to make this trip happen. Pulling out his phone he rang Tom again to call in a favour, he needed a respected medical professional to discharge her and amend the records. He was tense as he spoke, quietly explaining the situation and eyeing the door to the room suspiciously to check he wasn't being watched. Tom somewhat reluctantly agreed and vowed he would head straight over to the hospital at his first opportunity.

As he hung up the phone he dashed back to Carla's side as he noticed her gently stirring. Carla's eyes twinkled under the bright light of the hospital room as she stared up at Tony but they were wide and wary as she caught her first glimpse of him hovering over her with a sadistic smile. Her eyes darted quickly around the room examining her surroundings, she recognised it after not long and then looking down at her own body resting upon the gurney it confirmed she was indeed in hospital. She felt a small bit of relief that she was in a safe place but she was still alone with Tony and that terrified her.

Carla was exhausted, her breathing shallow and slow and she was so low on energy she couldn't even be bothered to think. Her mouth was so dry she couldn't even speak and her body ached in all the wrong places but she didn't want to tell Tony, she couldn't have him pandering to her every need and making her feel like she would owe him for being there for her. Coughing she tried to breathe in fresh oxygen without it catching in her sandpaper throat but she ended up beginning to choke.

Tony didn't know what to do and luckily for him Tom appeared that very second and seeing Carla struggling in her bed he quickly dashed in to the rescue. From the side of the bed he lifted the oxygen mask and placed it over Carla's nose and mouth as he tried to calm her with soothing words of encouragement.

"That's good Carla, deep breaths now sweetheart" he said sweetly as he stroked back her hair and finally saw Carla relaxing.

Leaving her side he went slowly over to Tony in the corner, they needed a quiet word. Tom wasn't happy that Tony wanted Carla discharged, as she wasn't in a fit state or healthy condition. Whispering to Tony his concerns Tom kept glancing over in Carla's direction as if to illustrate his point further. Tony wasn't happy though and he could feel his rage at Tom building, he just couldn't understand why his acquaintance was making this so difficult for him. In anger Tony reached up and grabbed Toms arm, squeezing tight he stared at him in a threatening manner as he pulled him close so the were face to face and he could be as intimidating as possible.

"Get her discharged" he demanded through gritted teeth and then threw Tom backwards.

Stumbling back on his feet Tom got his balance and brushed down his suit sleeve where Tony had gripped it. Starting back at Tony he shook his head but giving in to Tony's demands Tom went over to Carla's bed and amended her notes, then he promptly took the folder and disappeared from the room.

Tony was tense this could go one of two ways. He shouldn't have lost his cool with Tom, what if he reported him now, after all he had the power to stop Tony from being anywhere near Carla now. He could only rely on one thing and that was Tom's fear of him, he knew what Tony was capable of and had in fact experienced it first hand in the past. He waited anxiously for Tom to return with the all clear and then he'd have Carla out of there in a flash.

Michelle had been at the hospital for hours listening to Leanne and Liam fill her in on all the details until finally the early morning shift nurses had insisted that both parties get their rest and that Leanne get back to her own bed. Michelle nodded polity when they asked her to leave and said a quick goodbye to both Liam and Leanne. As she left the hospital she was still trying to digest all the information the pair had just dumped on her plate. It was a lot to take in and if what Liam had explained had actually happened maybe everyone was right and Carla really was in trouble.

Leanne had pleaded with her to find Peter as soon as she could and find out what he knew. Her little eyes had twinkled with hope as she had proudly explained to Michelle how she had sent Peter off to help her best friend and you could see the love she had for him in the way she admirably spoke about him. Taking a deep breath Michelle got in the cab and headed back to the street, she knew that after a long night she was in for a long and stressful day.

Peter had been working through the night with the information Leanne had given him but everything he uncovered resulted in a dead end. He had wasted so much time already and he was no closer to locating Tony and Carla. He'd rung the hotel as Leanne had asked but they were no help and refused to give him any information regarding past or present guests. He was so tired and just about to give up and admit defeat when the buzzer rang. Slowly heading over to it he pushed the intercom and greeted the caller.

"Peter, its Michelle. Can I come up?" came the sound of Michelle's fed up voice the other end.