Carol and David arrived at the hospital not long after Harry was admitted and found Olympia in tears, mascara running down her face. The babies were asleep in the pram that Carol always kept in the boot of the car and Carol sat next to Olympia and put her arm round her while David tried to look at Harry and what was happening to him.

"Oh Carol. It was horrible, the house has practically been turned upside down and Harry has been beaten to a pulp. He looks terrible!", Olympia sobbed, dabbling her eyes with her handkerchief. David watched as Harry began coming round from his unconsciousness, one of his eyes was swollen shut, his face was covered in cuts and bruises where the robbers had attacked him and his lips were bloody and swollen. Seeing David, Harry managed to give a little wave before the nurses drew the curtains for closer examination.

"I hope he's gonna be alright." David said worriedly then he suddenly turned on Olympia ,"you do know I blame you for this!", Olympia, through her tears looked at him puzzled,

"Me? Why me?" She cried, getting onto her feet while Carol watched them and couldn't believe it.

"If you had been there for him, then maybe he wouldn't have got into the state he's in now! Or better still if you hadn't have met him then none of this would have happened!", He shouted and Olympia slapped him so fiercely that a red Mark appeared on his cheek.

"Hey, that's enough!", Carol yelled, causing the babies to cry. She gently began rocking the pram and making soft humming noises. David sat beside her holding her hand as they looked at the babies slowly falling asleep. Olympia tried to peer inside Harry's room but the curtains were still drawn and she feared that something was wrong. David may saw her as a money grabbing old witch but Harry saw her as genuine and perfect woman material.

Finally, a nurse appeared.

"Mr Beale is now in a stable condition and is over the worst now." She declared and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, then just as Olympia went to go and see him, Dqavid grabbed her arm roughly.

"Oh no you don't. I think you've done enough love!", He shouted and Olympia freed her arm away from him.

"How dare you?! I've never been so insulted in all my life!", Olympia shouted back.

"Stop it, both of you! Think about Harry for God's sake. He's just been beaten up and is lucky to be alive!", Carol yelled. The nurse then intervened.

"I think it's better if Mr Beale rests tonight. He's only just regained consciousness and may be drowsy."

Olympia grabbed her handbag and stormed off. David scowled after her and Carol grabbed his arm gently.

"Come on baby, let's go home, your exhausted." She whispered taking him by the hand, while pushing the pram out of the hospital.

Once home, David lay on the double bed, worrying about Uncle Harry and who had been responsible for causing his horrific injuries and David began to think it was linked with the nasty anonymous call he had received earlier that day. What was going on? Carol lay beside him, having got the twins to bed and allowed David to rest on her chest.

"Don't worry about Harry David. He's in good hands and I'm sure when he comes round, he will tell you who attacked him." She said soothingly as she caressed his face. David reached up and kissed her lips before resting on her breasts, enjoying the softness of her skin and he soon found himself becoming aroused but he knew that now was not the time to get down and dirty knowing that his elderly uncle had nearly died tonight at the hands of some psycho. Carol soon fell asleep and David soon followed with Carol stroking his hair and holding one of his hands as they slept.