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Kirsty
Sunlight spills through a thin slit in the curtain, decorating the room with a soft, gentle glow. I am lying in Adam's arms, and his hand is curled around my own. My mind flows through the events of the previous evening, and a tiny smile dances over my lips as I move my head onto Adam's chest, rising and falling steadily as he sleeps. I sigh, and sit up slowly, painfully aware that I could wake him if I am not careful enough. I look down on him, a single tear trickling down my cheek as a forgotten memory rises from the dark crevices of my mind.
I get out of the bed, noticing my clothes from the day before folded neatly on top of his chest-of-drawers... A thread of guilt pangs at my heart as I pull the t-shirt I am wearing off over my head, replacing it with my own shirt. Adam stirs, and I freeze, scared that he is about to wake up. When I am dressed, I creep down the stairs, two at a time, and let myself out of the house, leaving a short note on the coffee table in the lounge before I leave.
I didn't do it to be mean.
I did it because waking in his arms and feeling his warmth around me was supposed to be perfect. I should have felt so relaxed, so at peace... But all I could think about was how the last person to touch me in that way was Warren.

Adam
Dear Adam,
I'm so sorry... But I can't do this.
Kirsty x

I scrunched the note up in my hand, frustration lining my facial features. What was it that she couldn't do? I didn't understand Kirsty; one minute she was sobbing in my arms, the next she was avoiding me and acting as if we'd done something we shouldn't have.
She didn't seem to get that I wasn't trying to help her because I felt it was my duty to do so, I was trying to help her because I cared about her and couldn't stand to see her upset! Oh Kirsty... I said to myself. Why won't you let me in?

Kirsty
For the best part of my shift, I managed to avoid Adam almost entirely. Ever time he entered a room, I would make some excuse and leave just to avoid an awkward confrontation. I tried to convince myself that it was for his own sake -why should he have to take on my problems?- but the hurt look he had on his face each time he saw me trying to avoid him just added to the guilt lurking in the depths of my stomach like an alpha lion on the hunt.
I couldn't hide from him forever though, and eventually he caught up to me in the staff room while I was on my break.
"Kirsty?" I spun round from where I'd been pouring myself a much needed cup of strong coffee. Adam was standing in the doorway, purposefully blocking my exit. I stirred my coffee, trying to make it seem like none of this was affecting me.
"Yeah?" he shifted slightly in his stance.
"Why are you avoiding me?" I raised my eyebrow, pretending to take a nonchalant sip of my piping hot drink.
"What do you mean? I'm talking to you right now aren't I?" he sighed exasperatedly, touching a hand to his forehead.
"Okay, we need to talk about this." I turned around again, and started tidying away the coffee granules and sugar away in the cupboards.
"Talk about what?" I hadn't realised that Adam had moved from his place by the door to stand behind me until he put a firm hand on my shoulder and spun me around to face him. He gripped my upper arms, shaking me gently.
"Kirsty, look at me." I refused to do so, instead staring intently at the space on the floor between my shoes and his. "Look at me" he repeated, his tone soft but firm. I finally did as he asked, and when I looked into his eyes I saw nothing but sympathy and love in them. "Kirsty, please stop trying to shut me out," he murmured. "I can't bare to see you like this! Please, talk to me..." I relaxed into his grip, and allowed him to put his arms around me. Sinking into his hug, I allowed myself to think -just for a second-, that maybe it was okay for me to need help with everything that was going on. Without thinking, I stood up on my tip-toes to kiss him, but he pushed me away.
"Kirsty... Are you sure that's a good idea?" I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words. I wanted to apologise, but I couldn't find the fault. So I pushed him away from me, and rushed out of the room- just like the time when I had drunkenly kissed him. He called after me, but I kept running. I thought that maybe, if I ran fast enough, I would drive myself into a hole and be void of the bitterness that reality brings.

Six hours later...
"Come on, please be in..." she thumped her fist against the wooden door again, before hissing in pain and sliding down against the woodwork to the floor, hands clenched at her stomach. She knew she was bleeding heavily, and intense pain wracked her body. A few tears escaped her eyes and slid down her cheeks in a tattoo of emotion, and her breathing escalated in panic as she realised that no one was coming to the door. No one was coming to rescue her. He hadn't even answered his mobile when she'd called; he obviously didn't care about her. She pushed herself up from the ground, and after taking a deep breath lurched down the pavement. Sweat lining her features, and she wiped a tear from her eye, grimacing.
"Oh God..." she whispered as she curled up as a fresh wave of agony overcame her. "I'm sorry..." was the last thing she uttered before she passed out cold.

She lay on the pavement, a fist pressed against her stomach; and only sound that filled the air was the metallic ring of her mobile phone.
Too late.

"30 year old female with suspected miscarriage, GCS is 14, BP is 90 over 30, and she's slightly tachycardic. Bleeding was severe but has reduced since, and her temperature is slightly lowered.
"Right, thanks Dixie." Tess said grimly, taking a hold of the sheets that lay beneath the pale woman's frail body.
"Okay, nice and gently now, move on my count. One, two, three" the team lifted her over onto a hospital gurney in resus, as Zoe fixed an oxygen mask over her face, lines went into her and an IV stand was wheeled forwards.
"Kirsty?" Tess spoke her name loudly. "Can you hear me?" Kirsty groaned, her eyes flickering open for a second. Tess smiled. "Good girl. Okay sweetheart, I need you to lie still while we get all your lines in." she turned to Mads, who was stroking Kirsty's hand, staring down at her fellow nurse with big eyes.
"Mads, I need you to page Obs and Gynae. Tell them we need someone as soon as possible, okay?" she nodded and turned away to do as she'd been asked.
"What's happened?" Adam burst through the door and made a beeline straight for his barely conscious friend. "Kirsty?" he leaned down and brushed a curl from her face, as she opened her eyes again to look at him. He turned to me, panic lining his features. "What's happened?" he asked again. Zoe put a hand on his shoulder, taking him aside.
"It looks like a complete abortion from what we can tell. We've put her on IV fluids, and someone from Obs and Gynae is on their way down to check her out." Adam nodded, a look of shock on his face. "Did you know she was pregnant?" she asked softly. He ran a hand through his hair.
"I... I don't..." he turned, and headed back towards the gurney. "It'll be okay, Kirst..." he spoke gently. "It'll be fine..."

A/N: I did plan to make this longer, but I presume some of you must be getting annoyed my my constant updates... I hope not, but there we go.
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