JUSTIN'S POV:
Four hours later, Tiffany was discharged from hospital. Not only did she have the facial injuries, but she had some swelling and bruising on her ribs and chest too, so had been given some painkillers for the pain. Wrapping my coat around her shoulders as we left the hospital and entered the car park, I thanked the Lord there was a taxi pulled up outside and hurried her over, both of us climbing in…
"Westgate Apartments, Canning Town please." I informed the driver
Settling back in my seat as he started his engine and drove off, I glanced over at Tiffany who was staring out of the window and entwined my hand with hers…
"You okay?" I questioned
"What if he finds me?" she asked
"How can he?" I inquired
"He has ways, and he has money too. He could hire a private investigator." she replied
"Don't worry about that now," I begged as I shifted closer to her and pulled her into me "just concentrate on resting and getting yourself better."
"I can't stay with you for long, not here, anyway." she admitted "He will find us, Justin. We're going to have to leave London!"
"Shush, shush, just rest." I replied, pressing my lips against her hair
TIFFANY'S POV:
Half-an-hour later, the taxi pulled up outside Justin's apartment building and he handed the driver his fare, both of us climbing out. Taking my hand in his, he led me to the main door and unlocked it, letting me in first, shutting it behind him…
"I know it's not much, but it's home." he informed me as we walked down the corridor and he stopped outside a door and unlocked it, letting me step in first once again
I smiled at him warmly… "It's perfect."
"There's a spare bedroom which I'll set up for you." he replied "Just give me a few minutes. Help yourself to tea or coffee, cups are in that cupboard, and spoons are in that drawer over there."
"Justin…" I called as he went to leave the room
"Yeah?" he questioned
"Thank you." I replied, smiling at him warmly
JUSTIN'S POV:
I'd just finished making up Tiffany's bed when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind. Entwining my hands with hers, I felt her rest her cheek against my back and turned around, lifting her head, her eyes meeting mine…
"What's wrong?" I inquired
"I'm meant to be going home this weekend," she informed me "how am I going to explain this to Mum?"
"Could you not put it off until the bruises and cuts have faded?" I suggested
She shook her head, signalling no… "I have to go this weekend. It's important that I do."
"Why is it so important?" I asked
She swallowed a lump in her throat… "Mum's ill. And Floyd's doing it all by himself. I need to let him have a break."
"Tiff, I'm sorry." I sighed as she moved away from me and sat down on the bed "What is it that's wrong with her?"
She bit down on her bottom lip and looked up from where she'd been fiddling with her hands… "She's got cancer, Justin."
I moved over to her as she began to cry and pulled her into me, my arms wrapping around her tightly, rocking us backwards and forwards, trying to soothe her as best I could…
TIFFANY'S POV:
"I'm sorry." I sighed as I pulled away from Justin a few minutes later "I'm such an idiot."
"No you're not," he proclaimed "don't ever think of yourself like that!"
"Andrew thinks I am, whenever I cry about her, he always says "what are you crying for? She's not dying!" and for all we know, she could be." I admitted
"Forget about Andrew," he replied "this is me, Tiff. You can tell me what you couldn't say to him. How bad is it?"
"The chemotherapy didn't work, so they're having to start a course of radiotherapy." I informed him "If that doesn't work, she's going to have to have an operation."
"What do you think your Mum and Floyd would say if I came with you?" he questioned
"You don't have to do that. I can go on my own." I replied
"I know you can, but I won't allow it." he informed me "So, what do you think they'd say?"
"I don't know," I admitted "I think with everything that's going on, Mum wouldn't care. But Floyd…"
"He's still holding a grudge?" he inquired
"Can you blame him, after everything you did?" I asked
He shook his head and sighed heavily… "No, I guess not."
"Just promise me one thing, if you do come with me, you won't wind him up and cause trouble, because I can't be doing with that, none of us can, okay?" I questioned
"You have my word." he informed me
Smiling at him warmly, I pressed my lips against his softly… "Will you stay with me?"
He nodded his head and moved from the bed. As I lay down, sighing with relief as my head touched the pillow, I watched him shut the door and switch the light off. Moving back to the bed, he kicked off his shoes and moved to lie next to me, my body instinctively turning into his, his arms wrapping around me tightly…
Justin knows about Allie's condition, and has promised to be there for Tiffany no matter what. Do you think he can stick to his word? What will happen when he and Tiffany go back to Manchester?