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Stevie looked around the shop, pleased that she had made it work while Miranda had been at the hospital with Gary. She picked up the picture of Heather Small on a stick smiling to herself. "What have I done today?" She spoke to the picture. "Well, Heather, thankyou for asking. Today I sold a few things in the shop and cleaned the flat ready for when Miranda and Gary come home." She sighed as she turned to see Tilly bounce into the shop.
"Stevie!"
"Hi." Stevie liked the blonde woman but did think she was intensely annoying at times.
"Have you spoken to Miranda today? Clive says Gary is coming home today."
Stevie smiled. "If the doctors say he can. He has to wait for the ward round. Miranda is at the hospital."
"We should do something to welcome him back."
"I would think he is going to just want to be calm and quiet. I mean he almost died." Stevie frowned. "I don't think a party is the thing to come home to. Not after being in Intensive Care."
Tilly frowned. "Too much maybe?"
"Yeah. I think so." Stevie headed into the small kitchenette. "I'll make us a cuppa and we can talk about how best to welcome him home. Should have some banners in the store room."
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Miranda bit her lip as she watched Gary from the doorway to the ward. He was still finding walking around with a leg in plaster and crutches difficult. She sighed as he tried to get the crutches to co-ordinate so that he didn't fall.
"Miranda." He sighed as he looked up at her. "You ok?"
"Yeah." She smiled at him, before he kissed he cheek. "You are getting better with them."
"I hate them."
"They wont be forever."
"Miranda." He sighed. "I am going to be in this plaster for weeks."
"But you are coming home." Miranda smiled as he held her gaze. "We can do this." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm just going to be a burden."
"You are never ever that." Miranda looked him in the eye. "In sickness and in health, remember. If I had been the one hit by a van would you think I was a burden?"
"Of course."
"Come on." She paused. "We can do this. You'll get back on your feet." He took her hand as she smiled at him. "Now, lets get you home. Do you want me to get a wheelchair?"
"No."
Miranda smiled as she got to her feet. "You sure?"
"I can manage." He stated. "Sort of, I think."
Miranda felt the familiar tinge of worry begin to build in her gut as she watched him try to balance on his crutches. He smiled as he got to his feet and steady he smiled in triumph.
"Ok, right. Lets go home."
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