Ok, so this is a set up for the next chapter to come but this one is fairly eventful, so all i can do is cross my little fingers and hope you guys don't hate it! Cheers for the lovely and unexpected amount of review-age last time! :D It made me happy! And in answer to a lot of questions: yes, broken legs do suck. Big time. Reviews are welcome as always! xx
Silence filled the bathroom for a long moment as they stared at each other, Allie trying desperately to get her breathing under control as she tried to convince herself that there was no way what she thought was going on actually was happening. He wouldn't do that to her…she was just being ridiculous. Pete loved her, they had a baby on the way there was no way he could so something as stupid as this…
Staring at the pills on the floor, her stomach twisted and she decided that right at that moment, maybe she wasn't as sure about that as she wanted to be. Swallowing hard, she forced her eyes back to his and saw the pain there, the utter desperation in the blue depths causing her breath to catch.
"Pete, what have you done?" she asked again, her voice louder this time.
"Allie, I'm fine, just go back to bed, alright?" he gritted his teeth as more pain washed through him, leaning back against the sink and keeping his leg suspended in the air.
He reached for one of his crutches and stumbled slightly, unable to keep his balance as that third pill kicked in quicker than he'd expected, knocking the stick over, able only to watch as it clattered to the floor.
Suddenly, Allie was in front of him, her hands cupping his face and forcing him to look at her.
"How many did you take?" she demanded, her voice shaking.
"What?" he frowned. "What the hell are you on about?"
"Pete, I am not fucking around, ok?" she shouted, shaking him lightly. "How many pills did you take?"
Casting his eyes to the floor and seeing the pills lying there not to mention the ones around the counter, he closed his eyes realising for the first time how this must look to her.
"You're 'aving a fucking laugh," he muttered. "Don't tell me you think I've…"
"What?" she snapped. "You've what? Pete, I'm not…I won't get angry, ok I just need to know so I can get you to hospital,"
"I'm not some fucking druggie," he shouted, pushing her hands away from his face. "You think I'd really do that? Come in 'ere in the middle of the night and top myself just because I can't sleep,"
"I didn't say that," she protested.
"You didn't 'ave to," he shot back. "Look at you," he gestured to her. "You're fucking shaking."
"I heard you scream," Allie shook her head, tears pouring from her eyes. "I didn't know what the hell was going on! I was scared, I thought something happened to you!"
"You thought something happened to me?" he screamed suddenly. "Yeah, it did. See a month ago some cunt stood on my leg and broke it in half and now, I can't walk, I can't go to work, I can't even fucking have a shower without someone there to hold my hand."
"Baby, please don't…" she cried. "I know this is hard for you, but…"
"Hard for me?" he laughed. "Nah, sweetheart this isn't hard for me, this is fucking impossible!"
"So let me help!" she shouted back, the desperation edging in her voice. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it, but I can't…I can't read your mind,"
"You wanna help?" he asked her darkly. "You really wanna know what this feels like? What its like to wake up every fucking night feeling as though someone's shoving knives through your skin? To have the same nightmare every single night, to stand at that Warf and watch Hatcher beat the shit out of me; although sometimes it not me, its you or its Steve," he felt a tear run down his face. "And I can see him hitting you with that brick over and over again and I'm screaming, trying to get through, trying to help you and I can't." he slammed his fist onto the counter, shoving yet more pills onto the floor.
"D'you really wanna know how it feels to be in so much fucking pain that all you can do is close your eyes and pray to God that the next time you open them, it'll be morning and then when you do, you realise its only been ten minutes and you've got no other choice but to lie there in bed waiting for the sound of someone else's footsteps on the stairs so you can get up and pretend you had a good nights sleep and chat to them about bullshit for a minute or two just so you can get your mind off of the agony?"
"And so you think this is the answer?" she shouted, reaching for one of the empty bottles of pills.
"You really reckon I'm that much of a pussy that I'd actually try and top myself?" he laughed. "Just go back to bed, alright?"
"No," Allie shook her head. "I'm not leaving you like this."
"I don't need your help," Pete snapped angrily. "I'm not an invalid."
"I'm not saying you are," she cried. "I just want you to get better. But you've got to realise that tearing your bandages off and chucking your painkillers around the bathroom like a fucking child, isn't going to help you! I know you're in pain, Pete, I know how angry and upset you are but seeing you like this isn't exactly a fucking picnic for me either!"
"Sorry you have to put up with me," he growled. "Maybe it would have been easier for you if I'd just died,"
The words tore through her like a freezing cold knife and she actually stumbled backwards as though the words had held a physical force. The fallen pills crunched under her feet as she sank down onto the edge of the bath, staring blankly at the floor.
"You don't mean that," she whispered, shaking her head.
"You reckon?" he snarled at her. "You tell me you honestly haven't thought about it," he challenged. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't thought about how much trouble it would 'ave saved you if I'd never woken up,"
"Stop it!" she screamed, standing back up and staring at him with tear brimmed eyes. "This is hard enough for us, ok? Why are you so dead set on making it harder? I just want to help you for fuck sake but I can't if you're going to…"
She trailed off not knowing what the hell to say to him at this point; she could see the anger and the frustration in his eyes and knew that none of this was about her but it was hard not to feel hurt when the man you loved was screaming at you and accusing you of wanting him dead.
"I have to get out of here," he muttered, hopping on his good foot over to where his crutches had fallen earlier and trying to bend down to retrieve them.
"What the hell are you talking about, 'get out of here'?" Allie frowned. "Where were you planning on going?"
He didn't answer her and looking down she saw why; his foot had just brushed the tile floor causing a lightening bolt of scorching pain to shoot through his leg again and throw him off balance. Allie leapt up to steady him just in time, falling to the ground with him as his heavier frame weighed them both down.
Landing next to him, she shot her hand out and protected his knee from hitting the floor, causing him to shout out in pain but knowing it was the lesser of two evils. Instantly, he doubled over in pain, his hands gripping either side of the swollen joint as he gritted his teeth and sweat began poured off of his forehead again.
Staring down at his knee, he screamed internally knowing that he couldn't take any more pills for at least another three hours and the chances of sleep were slim to none. He felt Allie's hand rubbing his back as she applied a cold, damp cloth to his forehead. Without meaning to, he shrugged her off harshly, not bothering to look at her; he knew he was breaking her heart and he knew what a bastard that made him but right now, he just needed to be alone, he needed…
Shaking his head, Pete sighed. He had no idea what he needed or wanted right now, he was just so angry and he didn't want Allie near him. She shouldn't have to see him like this.
"Leave it," he ordered.
"Pete," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, baby just let me look at it, ok? Make sure you don't need…"
"You have no fucking idea what I need," he spat at her, still rocking back and forth as he held onto his knee. "So just go back to bed,"
"Pete," she tried again, reaching for him and actually falling backwards from where she was balancing on her haunches next to him when he turned to face her with so much pure anger in his eyes that she barely recognised him.
"I said leave," he snapped. Silence filled the bathroom for a moment and she simply stared at him, her eyes filled with fresh tears. "Allie, I said get out!" he roared, picking up a soap dish he had knocked off of the counter and hurling it across the room, both of them watching as it shattered against the wall.
This time, she actually stood up and backed away from him so suddenly that she tripped over one of this crutches and almost fell.
"No," she told him again, her voice louder this time, less comforting and more commanding.
"Are you fucking deaf?" he shouted.
"No, but you are apparently because I've said to you about five times now that I'm not leaving," she lifted her chin defiantly, not allowing herself to actually meet his eyes.
"Don't make this about you," he snapped. "Or us,"
"I'm not," she promised him. "But you can't expect me to leave you like this,"
He reached for the bandage which he had torn off of his knee and knew she was biting her lip, fighting with every fibre in her being not to reach out for him.
Snagging it, he began clumsily trying to wrap it back around his knee, his fingers brushing against the stitches and he almost blacked out again as the spots danced in front of his eyes. Looking down, he saw the bandage had gotten tangled and gave up, slamming his fist against the side of the bath tub and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Fuck!" he shouted so loudly that Allie swore it echoed. He opened his eyes just as she bent down to try and help him and shook his head. "I said I can do it,"
"Pete," she sobbed. "For Gods sake, it's me," she shook her head. "I don't care if you need to ask for help, that's what I'm here for,"
Pete continued to stare at his knee, shaking his head firmly as he fought hard to control himself. None of this was her fault, if anyone's it was all down to him but then he didn't really want to flat out admit that right now.
"Fine," Allie snapped. "You want to sit there sulking all night, be my guest. You want to start throwing things around the room or swearing at me, then go for it, I won't stop you. But guess what? You're still going to be stuck like that when you wake up and if you think that yelling at me, destroying the bathroom and wishing you hadn't survived is going to do anything except make you look and feel like a complete twat then you're even stupider than I thought,"
Pete stared at her for a long moment watching as she sank to the floor again, this time keeping her mouth shut as she reached for the bandage and began re-wrapping his knee. He frowned when he felt no pain, even when she lifted his knee to pass the bandage underneath it, her soft hands gently stroking the hot skin and easing the pain.
"I'm fucked up," he muttered.
"What?" she asked, her voice back to normal now, her eyes softer than they had been. "No, you're not,"
"Allie, look at me," he snorted. "I'm about as fucked as it gets right now." He looked at her and she stopped fussing over his knee when she saw the tears in his eyes.
"This isn't going to get better overnight," she shook her head. "We know that and its shit but we'll get through it. Just don't shut me out, ok?"
"Shit," he winced, shifting slightly and causing his knee to move uncomfortably.
Allie leant over and picked up the damp cloth again, rinsing it with cold water and gently pressing it against his knee.
"We need to get some ice," he told her, feeling the cloth growing warm once again.
"No," she shook her head. "This is better for it, otherwise it'll get too cold and it'll sting,"
"How'd you know all this medical shit?" he half laughed, half groaned as she encouraged him to straighten his leg more.
"You were unconscious for just under a month," she smirked. "I had a lot of time to read,"
He let out a long breath again and closed his eyes as another wave of pain washed through him. He frowned when she moved away from him, sitting to she was behind him and carefully propped her legs up either side of his body, encouraging him to lean back against her. Pete sighed at the feel of her soft, warm body beneath his, her hands gently rubbing his chest as he leant his head back on her shoulder. Grabbing another towel and wetting it, she pressed it to his forehead and brushed her lips against his ear.
"My mum used to do this with me when I was sick," she told him. "No matter how much pain I was in, I just used to lie against her and listen to her voice, even when she was just talking about…nothing, it used to make me feel better." She smiled. "So if it worked for me, it can work for you,"
Pete flinched as another wave of pain shot through him and he moved to grab his knee, but she took his hands, holding them in hers.
"Just squeeze my hands," she whispered. "It'll pass, I promise." Suddenly she giggled and the sound soothed him. "You might want to take some pointers, give it nine months and this'll be the other way around,"
He laughed even though his teeth had begun to chatter and she worried that he might be getting a fever, casting a sly look down at his knee, she sighed with relief seeing that it didn't look infected; it was probably just stress.
"Allie, I'm…"
"Shhhh," she shook her head and held him tighter. "Just try and get some sleep, ok? Come on now, don't make me sing to you, you were present for the karaoke incident of 2004, you know what happens,"
Choking out a laugh, Pete gripped her hand a little tighter and opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he stared up at the ceiling, the brightness of the light stinging his eyes slightly.
Clenching his them shut again, Pete forced his body to relax, just listening to her voice as she spoke softly in his ear, her hands still resting under his on his chest as she coaxed him slowly into the deepest sleep he'd had since leaving hospital.
"You have got to be shitting me," Lara mumbled, yanking the front door open and staring at Swill, Ike, Matt and Dave who looked remarkably out of place on the large Victorian paved drive, holding bottles of beer. "Didn't you get enough of a beating on playstation the other day?"
"Morning to you, too, gorgeous," Dave winked at her. "Don't suppose sleeping beauty is up yet?"
"I'm right here boys," Harry grinned, climbing out of his jeep and strolling towards them carrying a couple of grocery bags.
"What the hell is all that?" Lara pointed at the bags curiously.
"We're having a barbeque," he explained with a shrug.
"And who said you could do that?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Uh-oh," Dave smirked. "You're gonna get told off,"
"Oi, psycho," Harry playfully ruffled her hair. "You are aware that this is my house, right?"
"Technically, its your old mans house and we can all agree that he much prefers me to you so I'm gonna go ahead and give myself reigning power here," she told him.
"Christ," Swill laughed. "Does she cut up your food and wipe your arse 'n all?"
The boys laughed as Harry blushed and muttered something along the lines of 'go fuck yourselves' as he stepped inside the house, Lara right behind him as she slung her arm around Dave's shoulders and stole one of the beers he was carrying him.
Squinting down at it, she laughed and not for the first time, fell in love with these boys all over again.
"You bought non alcoholic beer?" she smiled.
"Yeah, it's so Allie don't feel left out," he told her. "Tastes like shit but at least she'll be happy,"
"Speaking of, where is she?" Matt looked around. "And Pete?"
"Playing doctor probably," Swill grinned. "You can get into some right kinky shit with those crutches,"
Everyone turned to look at him where he was absentmindedly running his fingers along the keys on the grand piano.
"What?" he frowned. "I'm not talking from past experience of anything...I fucking wish,"
"God help me, let's just find Dunham, shall we?" Dave laughed, pushing the bedroom door open and having a quick peek inside to make sure that there wasn't a chance Swill was right. Frowning, he noticed no one was in there at all and pushed the door open completely, staring at the empty bed.
"Lara?" he called.
"Yeah?" she walked over to him and looked over his shoulder, frowning with him. "What the fuck?"
"My thoughts exactly," he laughed. "How've we lost a cripple and a pregnant bird? I mean they're hardly a set of fucking car keys are they?"
There was a sudden thud from the bathroom and they stared at the door, Lara gently brushing past him, pushing the it open and laughing at her two friends lying on the floor in a heap.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" she asked a little too loudly, causing Allie to sit up quickly, smacking her head on the underside of the sink.
"Fuck!" she shouted, rubbing her head causing Pete to jolt awake too, staring up at his mates in confusion.
"What're you lot doin' 'ere?" he mumbled tiredly. Turning slightly he looked at Allie who was still rubbing her head.
"We thought we'd 'ave a barbeque given the weathers nice," Swill told him with a grin. "Well, that and everyone's been in a fucking foul mood lately, so what better way to cheer ourselves up than with burgers and non alcoholic beers?"
At the mention of food, Allie's stomach twisted and she paled slightly, a look that after a month of non stop puking, Lara knew all too well.
"Uh, Pete?" she winced. "You might want to budge up a little bit,"
"Huh?" he glanced behind him and catching the look on his fiancé's face, quickly shifted forward.
"Look after him," she pointed at Pete as she ran out of the room to the other guest bathroom down the hall. They might be her best mates but that didn't mean she wanted any of them to see her vomit.
"Ay, ay," Dave nodded at the blonde man on the floor. "What 'appened to you?"
"Bad night," he muttered, noticing gladly that the redness in the joint had gone down although it was still swollen to shit, not to mention the pain was starting to come back.
"No shit," Lara raised an eyebrow as she pushed a few pills around on the floor with her bare foot.
"Listen I need to sort myself out so d'you mind…" he gestured to the door and smiled apologetically.
"Nah, sure mate," Ike nodded.
"Ay, d'you want one of us to give you a hand?" Dave asked him.
"Aw, mate," Swill grimaced. "I love you lot like brothers, but there's a fucking limit to what I'll do…"
"I don't mean like that you sick bastard," Dave slapped him round the head. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I swear we're gonna have to stop taking you out in public, is that what you want?"
"Mate get me a couple of proper beers and a subscription to Playboy TV and I'll 'appily stay inside all day," he grinned.
They all stared at him for a moment before Matt shook his head in horror and then turned back to Pete.
"So you don't need help?" he asked.
"Nah," Pete laughed despite the pain in his leg. "Allie will be back in a sec,"
"You sure about that?" Lara grinned. "That girl can vomit like a University freshmen after losing their sambuca virginity."
"Those were the days," Swill smiled wistfully as he followed Ike out of the room. "Oi, remember when I dated that bird who could do the splits?"
"If you put me off my food, I'll break your face, do you understand?" Harry shoved him hard enough to make him stumble.
"You sure you don't want a hand?" Lara looked at Pete earnestly.
"You just want to cop a feel, don't ya?" he grinned.
"Oh as if I had to wait till you were crippled to do that. I just used to wait till you were asleep." she winked as he laughed and reached down, squeezing his shoulder. "Allie will be down soon,"
As if on queue, the blonde appeared in the doorway, pressing herself against the wall to let Lara past; she kissed her on the cheek quickly as she passed her, leaving the two of them alone.
"You alright?" Pete asked her as she leant back against the closed door and smiled sleepily at him.
"Yeah," she nodded, running a hand down to her stomach and patting it. "This kid is definitely a Dunham," she grinned. "I can already tell they're going to be trouble,"
Reaching out his hand, Pete smiled at her and she crouched down next to him, smiling back at him when he placed his own hand on the flat skin and shook his head, still astounded that there was a tiny person in there.
"How's the knee?" she asked warily, reaching for the unopened bottle of painkillers and taking one out, handing it to him with a glass of water.
"Better," he told her, swallowing the pill and grimacing at the powdery residue left on his tongue.
"Really?" she asked dubiously.
"Nah, actually it still hurts like shit," he told her with a laugh, tiling her chin up and meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry…about everything that happened last night…"
"Don't," she shook her head. "You don't have anything to apologise for,"
"Apart from being a cunt," he rolled his eyes.
"You weren't a…" she blushed. "I can't say that word, but you're not that."
He grinned at her and she shook her head. "It's a girl thing, I hate that word,"
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she smiled again. "You want help getting in the shower?"
"You coming with me?" he asked her, hoping that if he joked around with her now, she wouldn't notice the agony which would be in his eyes in a second when he pulled himself to his feet. Grabbing onto the counter, he bit his lip as he stood up and actually felt his bone shifting under his skin.
Seeing the pain on his face, Allie frowned and then forced herself to smile at him so he wouldn't think that she was pitying him again.
"Well," she smirked, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. "I suppose you'll need something to hold onto in there, won't you?"
"'Ave you eaten enough, love?" Swill laughed as Allie tucked into her fourth hotdog. They were sat outside on the impressive decking area in Allie's back garden over looking the pool. She and Pete had snagged the hammock before anyone else, thinking that maybe in some situations, broken legs came in handy.
"Piss off!" she laughed, chewing happily. "I'm hungry,"
"Yeah but look at those love 'andles," he joked. "They're starting to rival mine,"
"D'you want a slap?" she narrowed her eyes at him playfully.
"Always," Swill grinned. "Just depends on the location,"
Throwing her head back where she was resting with Pete in the hammock, Allie laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days which felt odd especially give everything that had happened last night. Feeling Pete smooth her hair back from her neck and place a kiss on the soft skin underneath, she smiled and knew that all was forgiven.
"Its gonna storm," he mumbled against her skin.
"You reckon?" she followed his gaze up to the slightly clouded sky. "Oh well, even if it does, we're under the tree so we're fine."
"What about the rest?" he nodded to where Swill, Harry, Ike, Matt and Dave were kicking a football around, laughing at Lara as she tried desperately to man the barbeque.
"Bollocks to them," she laughed, leaning up to kiss him softly. Gemma was due to come and visit him again this afternoon and so he was making the best of what little time he had before the painkillers wore off and the agony reared its ugly head again.
"I should have told you something yesterday," she shook her head. "And I didn't and then we had the fight and…" she sighed and looked into his eyes. "I talked to Bovver,"
At the mention of his best mate's name, Pete's light blue eyes darkened and he nodded slowly.
"I bumped into him in town for a few minutes," she carried on. "He asked about you,"
"I can't, Allie," he shook his head. "I know that I should speak to him but I can't, not right now, its too soon."
"I know," she told him gently. "I just thought you might want to know he was asking after you," she smiled. "And the baby,"
Pete actually had to fight the urge to laugh; he never quite thought he'd live to see the day when Allie was defending Bovver of all people.
"I love you, y'know that?" he smiled down at her, brushing his lips over her forehead.
"Smooth, Dunham," she laughed. "That was the subtlest 'get-off-this-now' tactic I've ever seen you pull,"
"Yeah, well I'm full of surprises aren't I?" he smirked, leaning down to kiss her again when Swill's voice tore through the air and interrupted him.
"Ay, Ay!" he laughed. "Looks like its 2 for 1 on Dunham's today,"
Frowning, Pete sat up slightly, careful not to jar his leg and was taken aback to see his brother stalking into the back garden, looking ill. He'd only been released from hospital a week ago and Pete hadn't seen him yet. His skin was pale, made even worse by the large, still slightly red looking surgical scar which ran down the side of his neck, his body seeming much smaller than before, swamped in his trademark black jumper.
"Alright, bruv?" Pete called, frowning when he was completely ignored.
Instead Steve kept walking until he was in front of Matt, raising his fist and slamming it into the Yank's face.
"Oi!" Dave shouted protectively, stepping in and attempting to pull Matt back to his feet, backing off only when he saw the almost manic look in the older man's eyes.
"Where the fuck is she?" Steve screamed down at him.
"What the hell is going on?" Pete demanded, hopping over to the group with Allie beside him. "Steve, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I asked you a question!" he screamed at Matt. "Where the fuck is she?"
"Steve, calm down," Allie begged. "What's wrong?"
"Shannon's gone," he snapped. "She's taken Ben, all their stuff is gone and this cunt knew about it,"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Matt cried.
"You're sister goes AWOL and you're gonna look me in the fucking eye and try and make out that you knew Jack shit about it?" Steve spat. "Give me some fucking credit, will you?"
"She wouldn't have just left," Allie shook her head. "Shannon wouldn't do that,"
"She was going to before," Pete muttered, drawing his brothers attention away from Matt.
"You what?" he hissed.
"Oh, come on, bruv," Pete shook his head, adjusting his crutches so that he wasn't putting so much pressure on his hands to hold him up. "She would 'ave bailed on you in a second if Allie hadn't stopped her,"
"Are you not listening, Pete?" he shouted. "She's gone and she's taken my son!"
"Do you have idea where she'd be?" Allie asked.
"I actually thought she might be 'ere," Steve snapped sarcastically at her. "Y'know 'aving a barbeque and a few beers with you lot,"
"Alright, ease the fuck up, Steve," Pete glared at him. "She's only trying to help."
"You wanna help me out, sweetheart?" Steve laughed. "Get 'im to fucking start yapping," he pointed down at Matt. "And I mean soon, because I am fast losing my fucking patience with you, son."
"I swear to you, Steve," Matt shook his head. "She hasn't said anything. If she's gone anywhere, she'll head back home."
"To Boston?" he breathed.
"I can call my dad," Matt coughed. "I can try and…"
He trailed off as Steve turned and started walking back towards the house. Pete stared after him, pissed off knowing that by the time he actually caught him up he would be way ahead of him.
"Steve!" Allie shouted, chasing after him. Reaching out, she snagged his arm and pulled him around to face her. "Look, I'll go after her,"
"You?" he scoffed. "No offence sweetheart but what can you do?"
"For one thing I can walk further than 20 feet without breaking into an ice sweat," she shook her head. "Steve, look at you, you're shaking." She rubbed his arm. "Just stay here with Pete, ok? I'll take Matt with me, he might know where she is and I'll bring her back, ok?"
"I can't lose her, Allie," he shook his head. "I can't lose my son, not now."
"Its ok," she nodded. "Just…stay here, ok? Look after Pete for me," turning back to the boys, she gestured for Matt to come over to her and met Pete's eyes over his shoulder, giving him a look that only he would understand.
"What's going on?" Matt frowned, standing as close to Allie as he possibly could.
Fucking wimp, Steve thought bitterly as he moved over to the lads, feeling the fatigue from his stress kicking in and leaving him just about ready to collapse.
"Ok," Allie looked at Matt dead on. "You need to start talking now, because if you know where Shannon is, then we need to find her,"
"Maybe she doesn't want anyone to chase her, Allie," he shook his head.
"What the fuck are you on about?" she demanded. "She's not thinking straight right now, she's scared and its messing with her head, but if she leaves Steve and takes Ben away from him, she'll regret it,"
The blue eyes man cast a glance towards his brother in law and then back at the woman in front of him.
"Come on, Matt," she begged. "Please,"
"All I know is that she's on the noon flight from Heathrow," he shook his head. "I promised her I wouldn't say anything. She doesn't deserve this, Allie."
"Yeah?" she snapped. "Well neither does Steve."
"So what the hell are you going to do now?" Matt asked her.
"We're going to find her," she told him simply. "And we're going to try and knock some fucking sense into her before she does something royally stupid,"
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