He sat on top of his caravan roof, just staring at the hospital. He didn't know why he was on top of his caravan at this hour, but, for some strange reason, it provided a warm sense of comfort for him. That was the thing about Luc Hemingway. He found comfort from the smallest and strangest of things. He felt his phone vibrate against his leg so he unlocked it. A text... From Eddi.

Stop lying to me, Luc and tell me where you've been. Look down underneath your feet.

He looked down to the ground and found Eddi sitting there, staring at him. "Eddi um... What are you doing down there?"

"Stop lying to me, Luc. I want to hear you tell me the truth."

Luc realised that her voice was ghost like, as was her face. She looked so frail and so weak, so alone. She was shaking, she looked so helpless down there, all alone.

"Come up here." Luc smiled.

Eddi got up, climbed up the small ladder and found herself embraced in his arms. She smiled slightly as the warmth he provided shocked her body.

"Where were you, Luc?" She whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Luc sighed as he smelt her hair. It didn't smell as good as it used to... Before he left and Max took over her life.

"I'm ill, Eddi." He mumbled.

Eddi looked up at his eyes for a second. "Ill? What kind of illness have you got?" She asked feebly.

"A- a."

Eddi laughed. "Lies... More lies."

"I have a brain tumour, Eddi. I went away to get treatment and I'm now on a course of drugs, chemotherapy and radiotherapy. I'll be ok, I'll survive." He hugged her tightly, not wanting to ever leave her again.

She looked up and more tears fell across her delicate face.

"No, no, Luc. You can't- you can't have a brain tumour! I can't lose you, not again!" She cried heavily. She attempted to get away from his grasp to climb down from the roof but Luc held her tightly. "I'm not going to die. As long as this treatment works, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled at her.

Eddi rested her head in the crook of his neck and he stroked her hair. "Eddi..." He began.

"What?" She mumbled.

"I think... Maybe... You might need some help. Just until you conquer this new addiction of yours."

"I don't have an addiction, ok. I just take comoxadin when I need it!"

"Eddi, you can't carry on swapping patients meds to something else just because you're addicted. Please, get help... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me?"

Eddi looked into his eyes. They didn't look confused or alone like they usually did. They looked like they belonged to a caring man who wanted to help if he could.

Eddi smiled. "I'll try on my own for a bit.. And, if that doesn't work... Maybe I'll consider it."

The pair sat in silence for a while, just staring at the hospital and the sky.

Eddi smiled as she felt the safest she had since he left, and she could also see Chantelle being told off by Ric. This made her happy as Chantelle really was a stupid little bimbo.

Meanwhile, Luc was concentrating on watching Jac Naylor's office window. He could see the silhouettes of people in the window, kissing perhaps. Jac and Jonny, no doubt.

He tore his eyes away from the scene and looked down at Eddi. She really didn't look like herself at the minute. She constantly looked tired and fed up. She shook like a leaf in his arms so he held her tighter and carried on letting his thoughts envelope his mind.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Eddi drift off and fall sound asleep in his arms.

Luc laughed as he discovered her sleeping.

"Sleep well, Eddi."