Thanks for the views on the previous chapter, would love some reviews though? There's some drama coming for Jaimee and of course Carla and Peter have their wedding blessing coming up. Enjoy and please let me know what you think xx
The next morning, Carla and Peter enter the hospital looking tired and run-down having spent the majority of the past week by Jaimee's bedside. They approach Jaimee's room and look a little worried to see the doctor in Jaimee's room.
'Morning doctor. Any news?' Carla asked as the doctor walked out of Jaimee's room.
'We were just about to call you actually. Shall we step into the relative's room?' The doctor suggested, ushering them into a nearby room.
'Oh no, is she ok? She's not...is she?' Carla asked, dreading the answer.
'No please don't worry. I come bearing good news.' The doctor reassured them.
'Is she awake?' Peter questioned.
'Not at the moment but there was some activity early this morning. Her eyes flickered a couple of times and her hand keeps moving.' The doctor replied.
'So she's gonna be ok?' Peter asked, smiling.
'We can't make promises like that at this stage. We need to wait until she fully regains consciousness before we can do the necessary tests but this is certainly a step in the right direction.' The doctor explained.
'Can we go and sit with her? I don't want her waking up on her own.' Carla said.
'Her husband's with her at the moment but you're both welcome to join him.'
'Thank you so much.' Carla beamed with happiness as she and Peter rush out of the room.
Carla and Peter go into Jaimee's room. Matt is sat at her bedside, watching his wife protectively. He turns to the door as he hears Carla and Peter enter the room.
'Did the doctor tell you the good news?' Matt asked excitedly.
'Yeah, it's amazing. She must have been waiting until you got here.' Carla smiled as she and Peter sit down at Jaimee's beside opposite Matt.
'I hope so.' Matt replied before looking at his mother in law. 'Look Carla, I know I've probably not been the best husband lately and my new job has put a strain on things but I do love her, honestly I do. She's the most important person in my life and just because I'm the other side of the world doesn't mean I don't think about her. Because I do. She's on my mind all day every day.'
'I'm never going to support your decision to move to Australia but I'm also not gonna sit here and have a go at you again. Right now we need to concentrate on Jaimee.' Carla replied.
Over at the Barlow's, Ken and Deirdre are sat in the living room. Tracy enters, carrying her mobile phone.
'Any news from the hospital?' Ken asked.
'Peter just text to say she's showing signs of regaining consciousness.' Tracy replied.
Simon and Lila enter the living room, having spent the past hour watching a film in the front room.
'Oh that's brilliant! You hear that Si?' Deirdre asked.
'What?' Simon said.
'Jaimee might be waking up soon.'
'Can I go and see her?' Simon asked; he'd really missed having Jaimee around.
'Not yet, maybe in a couple of days when she's feeling better.' Ken said.
'I miss her.' Simon sighed.
'We all do, but she's not going anywhere. This is just something that life throws at you but it'll be over soon and she'll be back where she belongs.' Deirdre reassured him.
'Jaimee?' Lila asked.
'Yeah that's right princess, Jaimee will be home one day soon.' Deirdre replied, ruffling Lila's curls.
'Why don't you draw her a nice picture for when she comes home?' Ken suggested.
Lila runs into the front room, excited to draw a picture for her big sister. The baby monitor in the corner of the living room makes a noise as Joshua wakes from his nap.
'And that sounds like I'm needed.' Deirdre chuckled.
'I'll go.' Tracy offered, getting up from the sofa.
'Are you sure?' Deirdre asked, shocked.
'I do know how to look after a baby mum.'
'I know it's just-.'
'Me and Jaimee don't see eye to eye, well that's all changed now. I went to see her at the hospital yesterday.' Tracy replied.
'You did?' Ken asked, worried.
'Yeah and I apologised for the way I treated her before. I don't know if she could hear me but I hope she could.' Tracy explained.
'That was a lovely thing to do.' Deirdre smiled softly.
'Are you feeling alright?' Ken asked, smirking.
'Ha ha very funny! Thanks dad.' Tracy rolled her eyes before leaving the room.
Back at the hospital, a couple of hours later, Carla, Peter and Matt are still sat at Jaimee's bedside.
'Are they any closer to finding the guy that did this?' Matt asked.
'No, Jaimee's the only one who was close enough to see him.' Peter replied.
'This is crazy. How can this have happened? I only spoke to her a couple of hours before.' Matt questioned, suddenly getting emotional.
'I've always said she's too gobby for her own good. Everyone else did what the guy said, they got down on the floor and were prepared to let him take all the pub's money but Jaimee had to have a go at him didn't she?' Carla said, getting worked up as she thinks about the events that took place a week ago.
'Don't get angry with her love. She was trying to protect Michelle.' Peter said.
'I know.' Carla sighed.
There is silence for a few moments before Matt suddenly stands up, taking hold of Jaimee's hand.
'Hey she's waking up.' Matt said, alerting Carla and Peter.
'Jaimee.' Carla said, taking Jaimee's other hand.
'Jaimee love can you hear us?' Peter asked.
'Mum..' Jaimee croaked; her throat dry and hoarse from dehydration.
'It's alright sweetheart I'm here. You're safe now. You're in hospital.' Matt reassured her.
Jaimee tries to sit up in bed but suddenly her body jerks violently in pain.
'Woah steady there Jay.' Carla said, helping her daughter lay back down.
'What happened?' Jaimee asked, her eyes flicking round the room in confusion.
'You were shot. Do you remember?' Carla asked sensitively.
Jaimee doesn't reply but instead she lets tears fall from her eyes.
'Aww don't cry baby. You're ok, no-one's gonna hurt you. Me and your mum and dad are here for you and we're going nowhere alright?' Matt said softly, stroking her hand.
'Why can't I feel my legs?' Jaimee stuttered through her tears, stunning everyone into a shocked silence...
