Driving through the streets of Holby, Maggie was humming along with her radio. It was helping to take her mind off what was happening, even if only for a few minutes. Stopping at traffic lights, Maggie begun to sing softly. She still didn't know how she was going to break the news to Sheila. It wasn't as though it was a patient, Maggie had grasped the art of breaking news gently to them a long time ago. But Sheila was a friend, almost family, this was different. As Keane echoed from the speakers, her southern voice joining in.

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name…

"Come on." tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, Maggie waited impatiently on the car in front to move. The lights had gone green and it was still not going. "Men!" she muttered to herself as she over took it, looking through the windscreen in the rear view mirror, the man looked like he was having an argument with his kids, well, more like a war. "Poor sod." Maggie chuckled to herself as she focused back on the road, turning own Sheila's street. Once again singing, she pulled up outside the house, gazing up at it to see if there was any sign of life.

You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

There was a faint glow coming from the living room but other than that the house was in darkness. "Hope I don't wake you up Sheila." Maggie spoke to herself as she undid her seatbelt, turned off the radio and got out of her car. Locking it as she walked up the steps leading to the house, Maggie wrapped her coat tighter around her, the nights air was cool and the slight breeze was chilling. Shivering, she knocked heavily on the solid door, before stepping back waiting on an answer. Nothing stirred inside. Knocking again and stopping to listen, a faint shuffling sound could be heard.

Puzzled, Maggie knelt down and flicked the letterbox up, allowing her to see inside. The hall was the same as always, the table with the phone on it still stood, lopsided after Kathryn had run into it whilst rushing to answer the door for Maggie. The various pictures hung on the walls, darkened by the night. Nothing looked different to the shivering Maggie, but suddenly here eyes registered a shadow in a faint patch of moonlight on the rug. "Sheila? That you? Its me Maggie!" she called through the letterbox, hoping for an answer. "Hello?" she was getting worried, by now Sheila would've opened the door surely?

The shadow moved, and Maggie stood up from her crouching position in front of the door, waiting on the door opening. The noises of chains being moved, bolts being unbolted and keys being turned reached Maggie. The door slowly swung open. Maggie gasped. On the doorstep stood a very dishevelled and bruised Sheila, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh sweetheart! What happened?" she asked, putting her arms around her friend. Sheila couldn't find the words, she knew what would happen if she did, but Maggie's hug already made her feel a lot safer. "What's happened? Hay?" Maggie looked questionably and worriedly at her friend, but even before she could've answered, the pair were pulled inside, the door quickly slammed shut behind them.