AN: Thank you thank you and a thousand times thank you to Stacey again for all her help and knowledge ;)

Goodnight, Godbless

"We'll be taking her to theatre soon," The doctor watched Smithy and Gina. "You can go and sit with her if you like…"

Smithy nodded and cleared his throat. "Er…"

"Just don't tire her out," The doctor said softly. "She knows everything I've told you now…she's understandably upset."

"Is she in-"

"We've given her pain killers." The doctor shook his head. "She's not in any pain."

"Go on…" Gina whispered gently. "I'll give you a few minutes…"

Smithy nodded slowly, hesitating, before pushing the curtain open, slipping inside the cubicle.

Charlie turned her head at the sound, her gaze locking against Smithy's. Smithy shifted and sighed, sitting beside her bed, instantly taking her hand and kissing it.

"I-I'm sorry." Charlie whispered, "I'm so sorry…"

"It's not your fault!" Smithy insisted, leaning forward, his free hand in her hair. "I love you." he whispered. "We'll be ok…"

"I lost our baby…" Charlie stammered softly, closing her eyes. "Our baby…" She looked up at him, attempting to get out of bed and climb in his lap.

"Shhh," Smithy swallowed, trying to still take it in. "Its ok…" He took her arm, laying her down in the bed, holding her in place.

"I'm sorry." Charlie repeated, her hand covering his cheek. "Can you forgive me, Dale?"

"There's nothing to forgive." Smithy rested his head bedside hers on the pillow. "It's ok…"

"I don't want to be here." She whispered, her hand closing around his.

"It's just till you feel better, then I'll take you home and look after you…"

"I don't want to be looked after…" Charlie looked up at him, holding his gaze. "If they take our baby…we might not be able to have more…" she rested her hand on the side of her stomach.

"Charlie, no…" Smithy whispered, covering her hand with his. "There is no baby, darlin', the doctors have to operate or you…you could…could die, babe."

Charlie watched him for a few seconds, before turning her head away, gripping the edge of the duvet tightly, her face crumbling as she cried.

Smithy frowned and tried to comfort her, the doctors soon coming to take Charlie to theatre.

"I-I'm sorry…" Charlie whispered as the trolley moved, squeezing Smithy's hand.

"Stop saying that…" he said nervously, glancing from Charlie to the doctor.

Charlie smiled weakly, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. "I love you…"

"I love you too." Smithy smiled tightly, stroking her hair. "You come back to me y'hear?"

Charlie nodded, returning his soft kiss.

"Even now you can't put him down…" Gina stood at the foot of the bed, smiling softly at them.

Charlie tried to smile and looked between them, squeezing Gina's hand tightly.

Smithy grabbed the arm of the surgeon as the two women spoke softly, "Just you look after her…" he told him nervously. "…Don't let anything…happen to her."

"She's in the best possible hands." The nurse smiled beside him. "Don't worry."

Smithy shifted and waited until the trolley was out of sight, before turning and stalking towards the courtyard.

Gina watched and sighed, stopping the nurse from following him. "Give him a few minutes." She told her, edging herself towards the doors, watching him.

Smithy turned his face up towards the sky, before lashing out at the nearest wheely bin, sending it flying across the courtyard.

"I think it's given in…" Gina lit her cigarette, watching him from the corner.

"I haven't!" Smithy lashed out again, this time at the wall, splitting his knuckles. He stopped and watched the blood for a few seconds, looking from them to Gina. "She's…" He looked at the wall. "She was…"

"I know…"

"I left her…" Smithy swallowed. "She was ill this morning, and I left her and insisted that she came out tonight!"

"Dale…" Gina moved closer and gently hugged him.

"She could die!" Smithy looked down at his hand over Gina's shoulder.

"She'll be fine!" Gina told him, more as an order than anything else for her to be ok. "If she hadn't come out, it could have happened at home and she-"

"I should have stayed with her!"

"Dale, you didn't know and neither did Charlie! It's not your fault, or hers!"

"She didn't say she was in pain," Smithy tried to piece it all together. "She said she was hungover." He frowned. "I joked about it."

"Listen to me!" Gina tilted his chin to make him look at her. "It's not your fault, or anyone else's."

"It can't just happen, Gina." Smithy struggled to understand. "It has to-"

"It does..." Gina said quietly, "The baby hasn't been growing in the womb, it means that it can't be protected in the normal way...there's not enough space or a way to look after it or feed it..."

"Is there…there something wrong with one of us?"

"No!" Gina insisted. "Sometimes it just happens, sweetheart." She said softly. "It doesn't mean you can't try for another baby when you want to…"

"We weren't trying." Smithy shook his head. "We were careful. She's on the…y'know."

"Sometimes things happen to affect it though…" Gina explained. "Being ill, vomiting, drinking even forgetting to take it…"

"She was ill…" Smithy shifted and sighed. "She looked after me when I had the flu, and helped Dan and Mickey. That can't have helped…"

Gina hugged him again, squeezing his shoulder. "She'll be fine…" She told him softly. "Do you want to go back inside?"

Smithy nodded slowly, letting Gina lead him along, sitting outside the theatre with her.