Well, here is another chapter of this one :) It took a lot of thinking to decide how this story would end; Reidsfacts told me to kill her off, but everyone else was so insistent to keep her alive.
I did write two endings for this, a happy one and a sad on, I simply had to be convinced which ending to upload. So I guess you'll have to read to know which one I have done.#

I was listening to Born To Die by Lana Del Ray while I wrote this so I was in emotional mood :p

Charles's heart stopped, he'd longed for the moment yet dreaded it. When the doors opened, he wanted to run away, not wanting to be told the truth. Surely if she was alive the doctor would look happier? This could

His whole body was shaking, as much as he wanted to know how she was, he couldn't bear it if anything had happened to her. He didn't want to hear it, he knew what the doctor would say;

"Mr Carson, I'm so sorry but…" he wouldn't hear the rest, it would dawn on him that he'd now have to live without her. 'No, I mustn't think the worst' he told himself over and over again, but then wouldn't it be worse to think she'd be ok and then find out the truth?

He felt Sybil put her hand on his arm and he looked down at her scared expression, she kept him from running away or collapsing – he couldn't run and hide from the truth, he needed to know how she was, he needed reassurance that she was ok.
The thought of her lying cold and lifeless on the operating table was too much to bear and he certainly didn't want to have to face people afterwards. How would he explain to Isobel, she was stressing enough and that wouldn't help the baby at all, but then to tell her that her best friend and the baby's godmother had died, he couldn't tell her that, it would just kill her.

Then there was the rest of the family they were due to go up an visit them in Yorkshire, he hated to think how they'd feel if he turned up without her. Both sets of family lived in Yorkshire, his mother and brother with his family, as well as her two sisters. She was unbelievably close to them and he knew they'd be devastated.

It was only in this moment that he was glad they didn't have children, usually he was regretful that they'd never had their own family but having to tell his own children that mummy wasn't coming home? If this was the effect it had on him as a husband, he couldn't imagine the effect it would've had on their young children – he's supposed he'd see through her nieces and nephew but it would never compare to the reaction a young child would have upon hearing their mother was dead.

'Listen to yourself!' Already planning how to tell the family and Dr Clarkson hasn't even spoken yet.

He could feel Sybil's hand shaking on his arm, he guessed she didn't usually involve herself with her patients but he was glad to have moral support. She'd grown close to the pair of them and was now just as anxious to learn their fate as he was.
They both stood facing Dr Clarkson, a look of sheer terror and anticipation on their faces, the next few words would shape Charles's future forever;

Dr Clarkson's steps echoed through the waiting room, each step reverberated in Charles's heart, as he approached, Charles could feel his stomach drop each time. When he finally got there, Charles heard Sybil's sharp intake of breath and he stopped breathing all together. In his head all he could hear was; 'dear god let her be alright, take all her pain away and just let her live!'

Dr Clarkson stopped and opened his mouth to speak;

"Mr Carson…"

Oooh I guess you'll have to wait a bit longer to find out how it ends :p Heehee, I'm sorry I had to do this but I was writing all of this and still felt I didn't know which ending was the right one.

Please review! It's your reviews that'll shape the ending. Thank you to all who've reviewed and stuck with me so far ;)