Another chapter! Thank-you to Elena89 and Hurricane Julie for reviewing. To Elena89, originally they were going to get lost in the woods but my mind just keeps going off on different tangents. This chapter is a little more intense, and mostly in Mini's head. The next chapter will be from Franky's POV, just to warn you. On this one I have to thank my friend Alison for her hospital-related advice, she's better than Wikipedia. Also, I have made a few tweaks to chapter 3 and 4, just and few additions here and there. But enough from me. Now to the new chapter...

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The car pulled up out the front of the old building. I clambered out, struggling a bit with the torn remnants of my skirt. I leaned back into the car to say goodbye to Grace and Rich. Grace's parents had appeared at the church, shortly after the ambulance had left. I don't think they were expecting the disarray they were confronted with. Instead of their daughter getting illegally married they had discovered and dishevelled bunch of teenagers. It hadn't taken Grace long to explain to them though, she knew exactly how to handle them, what to say...and what not to say. She had leaned over to Rich, giving him a peck on the cheek and talking with him quietly before turning back to the group and announcing that for obvious reasons they had decided to postpone their wedding plans. Then her parents had offered some of Rich and I a lift back into Bristol. Nick had gone with Franky in the ambulance and Liv, Alo and Matty said they would be fine, which, knowing them, I didn't doubt.

So I was being dropped off at the hospital. We had decided that maybe it was best to keep it low key, so as to not scare Franky too much. And I volunteered to be the one to check on her. Liv had given me a knowing look, which I ignored. I didn't need her complicating my feelings for me; everything was messy enough as it was. It was good two hours since we had called the ambulance by the time I walked up the steps to the hospital entrance. Walking through the main door I looked around. I had always loathed hospitals. I know that is such a movie cliché, but for me it was nothing to do with associated death, or the colours of the walls or the food. I hated that it seemed compulsory for everyone in a hospital to wear horrible garments. The patients, the doctors, the dinner ladies, everyone wore shapeless hideous things with tiny flower prints on them. I looked at the intimidating glower of the lady behind the reception desk and decided to find Franky on my own. I headed in the direction of A&E. I walked up the isles between the curtained beds glancing around looking for that familiar face. I didn't have to look very hard. Almost exactly as I got to it one of the curtains it was pulled back and I was suddenly face to face with Franky

"Mini" she said in surprise.

"Franky? What on earth are you doing? Shouldn't you be like, in bed or something?" I replied, with equal surprise.

"Yeah...they um, let me go?" she said it as a question. She was still in her bridesmaid dress, though minus the mud on her arms and legs and the blood in her hair. She still seemed really pale though and still looked like she was in pain, though she was doing her best to hide it.

"Yeah. You really think I'm going to believe that one?" I demanded. "Come on Franks, you need to let them look after you." I peered past her to a young guy in a medical coat. "You're not letting her go are you?"

"Mini I can look after myself" said Franky sulkily.

"If Miss. Fitzgerald doesn't want to stay I'm afraid we can't make her, though we would highly recommend it. Maybe you can talk some sense into her," said the doctor before walking away to another patient. I looked at Franky pointedly but she avoided by eyes. Sighing I gently pulled her back into the cubicle. She followed, but reluctantly.

"Franky what did the doctor say?" I asked her.

"Oh. Nothing really," she mumbled. It couldn't be clearer that she really didn't want to have this conversation. "Just you, know, bumps and bruises."

"Yeah, you said that before." I said dryly. "Anyway, you can't go back to your dads like this. Why don't you come to my place tonight? Don't worry, my mum's gone to London with a, um, friend. I'm just going to get a drink of water first okay?" I pointed to the water fountain. Franky nodded and headed out towards the waiting area. I watched her go, noticing her wince a few times and put a hand to her ribs. As soon as she was out the door I hurried over to the doctor who was busy scribbling on a chart. I flashed him my winning smile.

"Excuse me. It seems my sister is determined to go home," I said, indicating the cubicle Franky had been occupying. "But she won't tell me what's wrong. I know you're not meant to tell me, but I really want to know how to look after her." I tried to look as innocent and genuine as I could.

The doctor sighed but closed the chart. "I understand. It's very difficult to see patients discharge themselves against their own interest. Basically, your sister has a concussion, and a few fractured ribs. There is nothing we can do for either except wait and medicate. We have given her some fairly strong painkillers for her ribs which should help her breathing. When she arrived she was displaying fairly serious symptoms of shock, that and the concussion is why we would prefer it if she stayed overnight. Really all you can do to help is make sure she takes her painkillers and try to stop her from doing anything too energetic for a while." He gave me a friendly smile.

"Thank-you very much," I smiled back. "You've been so helpful. I'd better go make sure she isn't getting into trouble again." With that I hurried out the door and over to Franky who was sitting in one of the chairs by the window. She stood carefully when she saw me, quizzing me with a look. For some reason I had a feeling she knew where I had been, but she didn't say anything. We just walked down the hospital steps in silence and headed for home.