Dom watched silently as the girl was wheeled out of the room and looked after her sadly. It was such a shame to see a life go out. It happened all the time, especially in his area of expertise, but it was still always a shocker.

Especially when self-inflicted.

The story was that the girl...hadn't felt connected with anybody. She didn't feel like there was anybody she could talk to. She felt alone and isolated, useless and pathetic. She was only a teenager. It was common for many of them to experience something like this but, unfortunately for Ana, there was nobody there to tell her otherwise.

Yes, her parents regretted it now. And yes, they would do anything to get her back. They didn't have to say it, but Dom could see it through her mother's watery eyes. Unfortunately, it was just far too late.

As he left the room, he collected up his sheets and started to contemplate the entire reasoning behind it. The girl couldn't hold on, she couldn't stay, because...there was nobody there for her? Dom thought of his own relationships. Was he always committed enough? Did he let everybody know how much he loved them on a daily basis?

He began to clear everything away, pulling his jacket on as he left the ward and headed home after the miserable day. As he drove, his mind wandered. How often did he tell people he loved them? How often did he let them know how much they meant to him? Thinking about it like this made him realise that it wasn't that frequent an occasion.

Yes, he complimented people when he felt they deserved it. "Ooh, that's a lovely drawing you've done there," or "I like the way you did your hair today." But did that mean anything? Did they take that to mean anything?

Dom pulled into his drive and got out of the car, locking the door before jogging up the steps to his house on the main road. He twisted his keys in the door and stepped into the porch, kicking off his shoes and laying them neatly by the door.

Was he the first home? It was suspiciously quiet in the house, but he knew that Matthew hadn't had work today. Matt was freelance. He did what he wanted, and from his strange mood this morning, he'd guessed that he would be staying in bed the whole day.

The silence unnerved him. Had Matthew gone out and not come back? What if something had happened to him while Dom was at work? What if he slipped in the shower and hit his head? What if he ate something bad? Dom's heart raced and he panicked, hands shaking as he searched for Matt.

He turned into the kitchen, only to find Matt in the doorway, apparently coming to meet him. Matt eyes Dom's anxious face and frowned.

"Hard day at work?" he asked

Dom shrugged, taking in Matt's slightly rugged appearance. He was wearing an oversized button-up shirt and jeans, with odd socks. There was a thin tie wrapped loosely around his neck and his dark hair was ruffled as if he'd just stepped out of bed and into the clothes. Dom closed his eyes in relief and then reopened them again, realising he was missing out on Matthew.

He grabbed Matt's hand and pulled him towards his body, Matt still worried about Dom and shocked at the force in his grip. Dom pressed their lips together and Matt sighed, wrapping his arms around him. He missed Dom when he was out at work. Little did Dom know that Matt never slept when he wasn't in bed with him. He'd lie restlessly for hours and then stumble drowsily around the house, but he could never sleep alone in the cold bed.

Dom rubbed Matt's back softly and turned his attention to Matt's slightly exposed neck, Matt's shivers from something other than the cold.

"I love you," Dom murmured. "Always remember that."

"O-okay," Matt stammered out, surprised at the random confession. He bit his lip to stop a huge grin breaking out, instead replying with a, "What brought this strange mood on?"

Dom shook his head, not wanting to tell Matt. He seemed happy-he didn't want to spoil the mood. "I just love you and I want you to know that I love you and I respect you and cherish you and if you ever left I don't know what I'd do." Dom buried his face in Matt's shoulder as he heard Matt's, "aww," blushing slightly.

"And the same goes for you," Matt told him softly, serious now. Dom nodded, holding him tight. He didn't ever plan on letting him go.