"His room is down here," Nick says gently as he can see how distressed I am as we hurry down the hospital hallway towards where Simon is.

"Look, just try and calm down." He tries to settle me which just makes me frown at him. How can he expect me to be calm when no one told me that my step son was hit by a car and has been in a coma for the last three weeks.

Three weeks.

Three whole weeks.

No one even bothered to tell me.

There's no guarantee he'll even wake up.

No one told me.

"This is it," he tells me as we reach room 293.

As I place my hand around the cold metal door handle, I feel Nicks hand rub up and down along my arm, encouraging me to go forwards as he carries Holly in his other arm.

Entering the room, I'm shocked by his appearance.

He's just lying there, not moving.

If it wasn't for the tube coming out of his throat, you would just think he was asleep... at least until you go round to the other side of his hospital bed.

I feel tears spring to my eyes and threaten to drop as I catch sight of his still bruised and cut face. If this is how he looks after three weeks, I dread to think how he looked after the accident.

We both sit down as I just stare at him, willing him to wake up even though I know it's no use.

We both suddenly look up to the door as it opens and Ken walks in.

He doesn't even look shocked to see me as he then says "Leanne told me you were back."

His tone quickly turns to shock as he sees Holly tightly wrapped in her blanket in Nicks arms and he realises just who she is.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see him," I momentarily distract Ken as he comes round towards where we are.

"Yeah, don't worry Carla. You have every right, I'm sure he would be glad you're here," he says to me which causes me to smile. Though I know what he is saying is probably untrue, it brings comfort to me all the same.

"Can I?" I hear Ken ask me as he gestures towards Holly who is looking up to Ken in awe.

I nod towards Ken as Nick hands her up to him and she quickly settles in his arms.

"She's beautiful Carla," I smile proudly. For once, I feel I have something I can be truly proud of.

I never thought I could love someone this much. Not until the day I gave birth a little over 6 months ago.

"She looks just like you," everyone always said this, everyone said she was the spitting image of me. Except for one, small detail. As I realise, with Ken's observance, he's bound to notice, I start to feel agitated.

I desperately start to think of excuses, something, anything that can mean I can just take Holly and get out of here now but I'm too late.

"He's got your eyes though, Nick." he gestured towards Nick, completely unaware of the significance of what he just said.

His face instantly drops as he registers what he said and he looks back to me as I desperately try to avoid his eye contact.

Ken, realising he said something he shouldn't, quickly hands Holly back over to me as I look at Nick, seeing the shock and hurt on his face.

"She's mine?"

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