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Slowly my eyes flickered open, gradually adjusting to the light. I blinked for a few seconds, reluctant to wake back into reality. I soon recognised my surroundings - hospital. I winced and glanced across at my self, shuddering a little as I realised at least a third of me was bandaged in someway or another, however when I tried to recollect previous events, I was completely and utterly unable. It was as if there was a section of my life that was black, too dark to see and easily forgotten.

Propping myself up with my elbows, I watched cautiously as Mike walked through the plastic curtain, grinned at me and took a seat at the end of the bed, "feeling better?" I rolled my eyes, not at all in the mood for Mike - he was either overly patronising or shouting at me, "so what happened then?" he made eye contact, automatically expecting me to pour out my life to him.

"You tell me," I sighed, avoiding Mike's gaze, "I can hardly remember anything," I clutched my forehead, desperately trying to recall the slightest thing from the previous night. He nodded at me, "can I see Liam?" I asked, no longer desiring to sit through endless false reassurance and everlasting questions, Mike poked his head out the curtain, smiled at me then left and Liam stood in his place.

We shared a grin, my mood lifting almost instantly, "alrigh' then, Hayley?" He perched himself on the end of my bed, caressing my leg in a way that soothed me and almost took the pain away - almost. "Shit got bad last night, huh?" he sighed, placing a hand of my stomach, gently caressing my swollen abdomen.

"I can't remember a thing," I sighed, making eye contact with him and biting my lip, "it's all black, I remember you arguing with Mike and then," I grimaced a little, making one final attempt to retrieve even a shred of my memories, "I'm here," the room lingered in a somewhat painful silence for a few moments, "it's strange really," my eyes drifted back into Liam's gaze, "so what happened?"

He sighed and I could sense that he wasn't too eager to relive these events, but for me he seemed willing, "we went into town," I nodded for him to continue, "I was so stupid, should've listened to ya," he shook his head, clearly regretful of whatever occurred, as we made eye contact once again, I tossed him a confused look, "we went into a dark alley, ya said not to. I didn' listen. We legged it from this guy, ya tripped and he caught ya. Once I'd noticed you were unconscious," I smiled at him, now aware of why he loathed this experience. In the silence we came to understand each other and we remained in a temporary euphoria neither of us dared to break.

"Hayley," I looked up, unsure as of what to do when I saw Rick Barber leaning against the curtain, "I'm sorry," Liam seemed to be slightly uncomfortable, however I chose to ignore him and smiled at Rick, who took a seat on a nearby chair, dragging it closer to the two of us, "I shouldn't have lashed out - it was stupid," he sighed and I nodded, wanting Rick as a friend not an enemy. After all, he could tell if you were lying in the blink of an eye, "how are you feeling?" we made eye contact for a moment, thankfully it was a gesture that Liam didn't appear to notice.

"Yeah, alright," I grinned at Rick, feeling Liam's hand on my stomach tense and I quickly sent him a glare, smirking a little at his shocked expression, "how long have I been out?" I asked, 'last night' could have been last week, or last year for all I know, however I doubted that it had been longer than a couple of days.

"About twenty hours," Rick explained, glancing down at his watch that I wasn't even aware that he wore, "so not too long," he smiled at me, glancing across at Liam for a moment and sending him a similar smile, which seemed to make him relax a little, "so how's the baby?" he asked, gesturing towards my stomach where Liam's hand lay.

"Why are you asking?" I sent Rick a puzzled glance, unsure as to the reasoning of his sudden question, "it's kind of out of the blue isn't it?" I grinned at Rick, however he didn't return my grin. He appeared to be lost in thought, with a slightly worrying expression on his face, "Rick?" I waved my hand in front of his face, instantly regretting my decision as a sudden, sharp pain shot through my arm. Liam jumped up and immediately helped me back into a comfortable position.

"You've been punched several times," I nodded at Rick, still confused as to his opinion, "and you're pregnant," he added, sighing at my failure to understand what he must have seen as simple, "the baby's obviously hurt as well," panic flooded my veins as realisation hit me. Stupid, stupid me! I'd been too busy worrying about my memory loss than the health of my baby - I hadn't even though of it.

Liam leaned over me, caressing my stomach, visibly biting his lip. After a few moments, he put his ear to my stomach, praying to hear movement. Standing up in obvious disappointment, his fist collided with a nearby wall - something that had become a habit of his lately. He noticed a nearby stethoscope, grabbing it from the desk and putting around his neck, he placed the end of my stomach, frantically moving it about. After a few seconds, he slowly stood up, sorrow visible in his eyes, "nothing."