"So...what's the verdict? Am I going to finish my latest box set or not?" Carla mumbles, she was sat in a private room at the hospital. Holding hands tightly with Peter who was in the chair next to her, a doctor sat on the other side of the desk opposite the pair.

"Carla...stop joking about this." Peter sighs.

"Oh, sorry." She rolls her eyes, sarcastically before looking back at the doctor. "Come on then, spit it out."

"The blood tests and ultrasound have given us more information on what's going on..."

Earlier this morning...

"Right, if you can lay on the bed for us then we can start the ultrasound. This is nothing to worry about; I'm just going to ask you to lift your top up and I'll put this wand onto your stomach so we can take a look at your ovaries." The nurse explains, softly.

Carla follows her instructions, lifting up her jumper and pulling down her leggings slightly so the doctor had full access to her midriff. Michelle had come last night to bring over an overnight bag that contained her clothes and other essentials.

Memories of Carla's pregnancy came into mind through this process. She may not be pregnant and what she was currently going through something that didn't relate to pregnancy in any sort of way however, she went through this routine at her 12 week scan. Even though Peter had not been there for her, it was still such a happy moment full of excitement towards the future. Now though, now she was in the process of finding out whether she had a deathly disease that kills so many.

A tear had accidentally cascaded down her cheek, she rubbed it away as quickly as possible and hoped neither the nurse or Peter had seen it but he did.

"Hey, you're okay." He squeezes her hand, finding this too extremely tough. That was an understatement. He was completely overwhelmed that this was happening and couldn't bare the thought of Carla leaving him. He had to be strong for her, if he broke down in tears constantly then that'd make Carla feel even worse and more frightened.

"I know, I know." She mutters, trying her best to smile at her soulmate but she just about managed the faintest twinge in her mouth.

"It's okay to be scared, baby. Showing your emotions is good." He prompts.

"It might be nothing. What's the point getting upset over something that might not even be there?" She says after a few seconds silence. Denial was overpowering her and it was starting to hurt Peter how she was acting. She was either being negative and shutting him out or joking about death.

"Is everything...okay? You know, as it should be?" Peter questions, looking up at the nurse.

"A doctor will be with you to discuss everything soon, alright?" She smiles.

"So it's bad news then? Surely if everything was fine then you could just tell us that now." Carla shakes her head.

"It's just the process I'm afraid. We do this whether it's good or bad news." She replies, getting some towels to wipe Carla's stomach that was covered in clear gel.

"We have reason to believe that you have ovarian cancer. I'm so sorry." The doctor announces, hating this part of the job.

Cara just looks down, biting her lip and fiddling with her fingers. Meanwhile, Peter looks across to her. His eyes so watery that he couldn't see a clear image and a few tears had already escaped down onto his face.

"What now?" Carla mumbles after minutes of silence. She was still not looking at anyone, scared to show emotion so instead staring at the ground.

"The next step is a needle biopsy. A needle will be placed through your stomach to remove a sample of ovary cells or fluid from around the ovaries which will then confirm the diagnosis. It will also determine how far it might've spread."

"When will that be?" Peter asks.

"It's safer to do it as soon as possible. Perhaps booking you for the day after tomorrow?" He suggests.

"Can't we do it now?" Peter pleads.

"Peter..." Carla whispers.

"Car, it's safer for you if we get it over and done with now."

"Are you not thinking about how I feel?" She snaps.

"Of course I am, don't even question that. I'm doing this to try and help you!" He sighs.

"We usually give our patient a few days considering she's just gone through a lot of tests, it can sometimes be very overwhelming." The doctor says.

"What would you want, Carla?" Peter asks, sensitively. He noticed that his worries were perhaps making him not think about her as much as he should be.

"I don't even know...I don't know." She stutters.

"Do you want me to leave you two for a moment to decide?" The doctor asks, leaving once Peter has nodded his head.

"Baby...please stop hiding your feelings and just tell me what's on your mind." Peter encourages her, moving his chair so he's directly in front of her.

"Why's this happening to me?" She whispers, continuing to look at the ground.

Peter tilts her head up, placing a hand delicately under her chin.

"I don't know, I can't answer that. But what I do know is that you're the strongest person I've ever known and you can get through this." He reassures her.

"But...I'm not the strongest. It's all a front; I'm terrified. I can't do this." She cries.

"Oh, love. You can. We both can and you'll come out of this even stronger."

"What if I never come out of it though? What if I...if I-..."

"Talking negatively isn't going to get you anywhere, only it'll make you feel worse. We just have to take every day as it comes. Okay? But I love you, I love you so much and I will not let you go through this alone. I'm here." He holds back tears.

"Okay...I love you," She replies. "Let's do the biopsy now."

"You sure? Don't do anything if you don't feel ready. The doctor said that we can wait a few days."

"No, I just want to get this over and done with." She sighs. "Then we'll be able to get out of here, won't we?"

"Okay then." He kisses her head and gently places it onto his chest, rocking her.

Carla now lay in a hospital gown whilst the nurses done her needle biopsy.

She was in a way grateful that they were not cutting into her skin like how other biopsy's are done but seeing the positives was near enough impossible. Peter was obviously by her side, like he said he'd be.

As the needle went in, she winced. She knew the pain could be so much worse but the stinging sensation she was currently going through was torture.

"Are you alright?" Peter panics.

"Yeah, just wasn't expecting it to hurt like that." She looks away from him, once again biting her lip and blinking rapidly to try and decrease the number of tears threatening to fall.

Nurses noticed this but they were used to it. Drawing attention to the situation would make it a lot worse and this was something they saw everyday.

Carla drew in a breath and accidentally let out a light sob. It wasn't anything loud but enough to make Peter look at her.

"Oh, darling." His heart shattered watching her crying. He knew this wasn't a cry of physical pain, this was a cry of the fact she has such a horrific disease which was finally hitting her.

"I'm okay." She says, quickly.

One of the nurses fetches her a box of tissues and then carries on with the procedure.

The results wouldn't come back straight away. Even though the couple were told there was a 90 percent chance she had it, they still had to get a biopsy to figure out precisely the diagnosis and the stage. So in the meantime, Carla was discharged.

"Can I get you anything? Something to eat or drink?" Peter questions.

They recently moved into the flat at Victoria Court that she lived in when she was with Nick. She lay on the sofa underneath a fluffy blanket, eyes shut in defeat whilst listening to Peter rattle about, walking in circles.

"Will you stop fussing, baby? You're making me feel sick. Just sit down." She croaks.

"Okay...sorry." He sits down on the sofa, lifting up Carla's legs and placing them onto his thighs.

"It's okay."

"Are you tired?"

"Yes. I'm absolutely exhausted." She says, her eyes still firmly closed.

"Why don't you sleep? What's the point of staying up if you feel like crap?"

"Because I want to keep hearing your voice." She smiles.

"Do you want a bedtime story or something?" He asks.

"Just a hug will do."

"Okay." He chuckles, laying down so she could rest her tired head onto his chest.

He repeatedly stroked her hair with one hand whilst the other went round her shoulders. He wanted to say something, needed to say something. But he didn't want to ruin the relaxed mood of hers.

"Car?"

"Mm?"

"When are we...going to tell your family?" He hesitates. "About the diagnosis."

"Not until the biopsy comes back. I don't want them really worrying if it's nothing major." She replies, sleepily.

"Okay...Michelle doesn't know about anything when she dropped your things off last night, by the way. I told her you were just dehydrated and needed the drip to get your fluids up."

"Mmm."

"Car?" He pipes up again, after minutes of silence.

"Flamin' hell. I regret saying I wanted to hear your voice. What?" She grunts.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

"You better." She smiles, softly. "I love you too."

Next chapter will involve biopsy results and families reactions! Leave reviews! X