Disclaimer: I do not own Emmerdale or anything to do with Emmerdale, it all belongs to ITV.

So this is the next chapter guys! Just a small one to show you what's happening to the boys...

Save Me…

Chapter 5

A look of horror spread across Ross's face.

Debbie looked down sharply as what she touched was not what she was expecting. It was too thin to be a leg. Surely Ross hadn't lost that much weight.

"Ross…?" She asked, looking up into his face. She could see how panic stricken he looked and the tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Slowly and carefully, Debbie pulled the trouser leg up revealing the prosthetic leg.

"Oh Ross…" Debbie cried, Ross edged away in anger. Sobering up all of a sudden.

"Don't touch me!" He growled at her, he couldn't stand the look of sadness in her eyes. "I don't need anyone's pity!"

Ross tried to scramble to his feet, but couldn't get his footing quiet right and tumbled back down again.

It was then that David came round the corner, and laughed good naturedly at Ross.

"Had a few too many have you mate! Here you go!" He said as he pulled Ross to his feet and slapped him on the back, before giving Debbie a nod and moving on.

Ross struggled with his balance for a minute before resting his eyes on Debbie. A blush of embarrassment crept across his face as he realised Debbie was frozen in shock and hadn't even moved to help him.

Ross turned to move away which snapped Debbie out of her daze, she gripped Ross's thin arm to stop him from getting away. He warily turned to face her.

"Ross? What happened?" She asked him, holding onto him tight by both arms. Willing him to look her in the eye.

Ross dark eyes finally met Debbie's green ones and she had never seen him look so defeated in all the time she had known him. He truly was broken.

"Debs… Just leave it… okay?" He asked, before roughly pulling his arm from hers and going back to his house.

Debbie watched his hunched figure leave and felt her heart slowly breaking in her chest.

Pete was heading down to the shops the buy milk, and maybe some more beers for the night. They didn't have that many left. His head was thumping with a hangover from last night's session, but you could always cure a hangover with more booze.

He had only got a few steps before he felt a pincer like grip on his arm.

He spun round to come face to face with Debbie. The feisty brunette didn't look at all happy, he had seen that look before when she had smashed the head lights on is car in.

"What. Happened. To. Ross?" She questioned, her tone icy.

Pete sighed as he looked at his soon to be ex-wife, he was so numb nowadays he didn't feel even a flicker of emotion towards her.

"I don't know what you're on about!" Pete grumbled as he made to get by her.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about! I found Ross in a right state last night!"

Pete spun round on his heels. He barely remembered last night let alone hoe Ross got home, he had assumed he had gone home with them.

"Come again?"

"Ross left the pub while you were still drinking yourself silly! He fell down outside he was the pissed!" Debbie gave Pete a look of distain. "What happened to his leg Pete?" She growled.

Pete looked at her wide eyed. No wonder Ross had failed to come down for breakfast that morning. He doubted he would come down again.

Pete sighed before answered. "He was stabbed in the leg when he was kidnapped, it happened just before I found him. Then he got that infection and it spread to the bone in that leg. They had to remove it Debs…"

Debbie looked at Pete wide eyed. "Was there nothing else they could have done? Nothing at all?"

"No. Even if he hadn't have had the infection, he probably would have lost it anyway. There was just too much damage."

Debbie's eye suddenly narrowed at Pete.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ross didn't want us too!" Pete answered, sorrow filling his bright blue eyes. "I think he's embarrassed. He hasn't accepted it all yet…" Pete trailed off and he looked down sadly.

Debbie's expression softened slightly. "He needs help then Pete"

Pete chuckled humourlessly. "Try telling him that."

Debbie reached over and awkwardly gave Pete's arm a friendly squeeze.

"We'll help him…together. Me, you, Finn and your dad! I'll pop round later!" Debbie said as she left Pete and made to go back to her house.

"He won't let you near Deb's!" Pete cried after her.

She just laughed. "I'd like to see him stop me!"

Pete sadly made his way towards the shop. He should feel something about seeing his ex-wife moving in on his brother. But he felt nothing. He just couldn't feel anymore.

At the shop Pete chucked in his basket some milk, some beers but he paused when he walked past the whiskey to the till. Throwing one of those in as well.

He gave David the money and left. Once outside he hide behind the shop and hurriedly unscrewed the bottle of whiskey.

Gulping it down, the images of Davis and Ross that haunted him every second of every day, slowly drifted away…

Ross had been watch Pete and Debbie's exchange from his bedroom. His heart breaking. He knew they were talking about him, he just knew they were!

He wanted to be down there right now, sweeping Debbie up into his arms and holding her close. She could never love him like this though. He hated what he had become.

Ross felt a twinge but refused to go for his painkillers, which were hidden under his bed. He hadn't been taking them. Just waiting for his next prescription and getting even more, and then not taking them.

He was saving them. Every last one…

Uh Oh! Someone help them please!