Okay, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it

He had stayed in her hospital room all night. There had been no change. It suddenly occurred to him that all of their travel documents had been in their hotel room which had been blown up. Neither of them had their passports. He left Ruth's room to call Beth so she could fix it. It wouldn't be a problem. A minute later he went back to sit next to Ruth. He couldn't bear to be away from her for too long. He took her hand as was his usual position and he suddenly knew something wasn't right.

"Ruth," Harry said in a calm voice that contrasted drastically with the way he was feeling. "Ruth can you hear me?" He waited for a long moment as he felt one of her fingers twitch within his grasp. It was a tiny movement but it was most definitely there.

"Ruth, move your hand again if you can hear me," Harry said in a slow and clear voice. She did, with two fingers this time. Harry smiled in relief. "Can you open your eyes?" he asked. "I desperately want to see them again." He watched her face as her eyes flickered open slowly.

"Hi," she said in a very hoarse voice.

"Oh, thank you God," Harry said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've had a bus rammed into me," she said slowly.

"Good," Harry said forcefully. "It means you're still alive," he added at her questioning look.

"So what's the damage?" Ruth asked, closing her eyes again. She didn't need to look at him when he told her how bad her injuries were.

"You were bleeding internally so you had to have emergency surgery," Harry said quietly. "You've also split your head open so that had to be stitched up. They want to do some scans on your brain now you're awake to check everything's okay."

"What about the baby?" she asked in a whisper.

"I don't know yet," Harry said, trying to hold his heart together as he spoke. "They were planning to do an ultrasound when you regained consciousness."

"Okay," Ruth said slowly. "When we get home can we never leave London again?" she asked with a small smile.

"I promise we can do whatever you want," Harry said.

"I must have been close to dying if you're not even going to bother arguing with me," Ruth said. She could see the fear clouding his eyes and hated that she had put him through that. "How many died?" Ruth asked. The analyst in her needed to know.

"Beth told me that its gone up to 161 people," Harry said. "And you are NOT becoming one of that number. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Ruth said.

"I'm going to get the doctor now you're awake," Harry said after a moments silence.

"Wait," Ruth said quietly. Harry turned and faced her. "Kiss me." Harry didn't need telling twice. He leant over her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Don't you go anywhere," Harry said. "If you die, I'll kill you."

"Okay I get the message," Ruth said, watching as her husband left the room. She put a hand over her stomach and prayed that the baby was still safe. She didn't know how she would be able to cope if she had managed to lose it.

"Harry, you are driving me crazy," Ruth said sitting up in bed. She had come out of unconsciousness the day before and had progressively gotten stronger. Her brain scans had come out clear showing no brain damage from the bang on the head she had suffered and she was out of immediate danger. Harry had been with her every hour of the day and as much as she loved that he was worried about her, he was starting to get on her nerves.

"I'll just go and get something to eat," Harry said, sensing he was getting in the way.

"Thank you," Ruth said, closing her eyes in relief. He kissed her before leaving her room. Ruth felt very relieved to have a few minutes alone to think. She was subconsciously rubbing her wedding ring with her hand when the door opened and a doctor came in, wheeling a machine.

"I'm Melissa Carter," she said briefly. "We're going to do your ultrasound to see how things are progressing with the baby," she said, switching the machine on.

"Tell me honestly," Ruth said, needing to know the truth. "Tell me what to expect when you hook me up to that machine."

The woman sighed. "Maybe we should wait for your husband to…"

"No I need to know now," Ruth said. "He's worried enough as it is. I just want to be prepared for the worst. Should I be?"

Melissa sighed. "You have been through an awful lot physically. It is very possible that the babies heart will have stopped because of the trauma." Ruth nodded and looked at her hands, her worst fears confirmed.

"But its possible that the baby will be fine," Melissa said.

"Don't lie to me," Ruth said. "Its not very likely is it?"

"No," Melissa said after a pause. "But if we find a regular heartbeat, everything will be okay."

"But you're not expecting to are you?" Ruth said practically. The silence was enough. "Thank you for telling me the truth," she said. Ruth took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. She felt deeply glad that the first time she heard her worst fears, Harry hadn't been in the room. Because if he had have been she'd have to try to hold herself together.

By the time Harry came back in Ruth had managed to pull herself together. He had been standing outside of her room and had heard the whole conversation but he chose not to mention it. Ruth clearly hadn't wanted him to hear and worry even more than he already was. Harry kissed the top of her head as they both waited for the judgement to be announced.

Ruth stared at the screen as she felt the cold gel on her stomach. She knew her own heartbeat was franticly fast with worry. Harry was holding her hand tightly as they both waited. The doctor smiled briefly.

"That noise is your babies heartbeat," Melissa said as a regular beat filled the room. Ruth looked at the screen blankly.

"So its okay?" Ruth asked quietly. "The baby's okay?"

"Yes," Melissa said. "It's a tough little one," she added smiling at Ruth, who promptly burst into tears.

"Its okay," Harry said quietly, stroking her hair softly. "This is good. It's good news."

"I know," Ruth said in between sobs. "I was convinced everything wouldn't be okay. I thought…"

"I know exactly what you thought," Harry said. He kissed the top of her head while she wiped the tears away impatiently. Neither of them needed to say anything more. After a moment Harry turned to the doctor.

"Are you sure the baby is okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," Melissa said. "Its not been affected by the explosion. Everything should be just fine." The doctor left the room and Ruth continued crying into Harry's shirt. He kept stroking her hair until the tears subsided.

You didn't think I'd kill Ruth or the baby did you? I would love a review. More coming when I get back from my trip to Cardiff. xxx