Guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated on a while, busy busy.

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Chapter 2

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Granger pulled up outside Hetty's home, turning off the engine and quickly getting out before making his way towards the house. He was about to knock but stopped himself, instead deciding to try the door, happy to find it unlocked. He made his way inside, closing it gently behind him before he made his way down the long hallway.

"Henrietta…it's Owen, where are you?"

Hetty heard the familiar voice, relief rushing through her before she finally spoke.

"I'm in the office Owen."

She winced as she spoke, the pain radiating through her entire body. She heard the footsteps getting closer, looking up when they suddenly came to a stop. Granger stood in the doorway for a few seconds, seeing how pale she looked as she held her side. He came over, and around the desk, spotting the small pool of blood that had begun to from at her feet. He knelt down beside her, his hand coming to rest on the side of her chair while the other found it's way to her free hand.

"Jesus Henrietta, you just refuse to follow doctors orders don't you. What happened?"

"Owen don't start, please."

"I'm not starting, I just want to know what happened…talk to me?"

"I was trying to get some files from the top shelf, I fell."

"Okay, well I'm not gonna lecture you but, you're an idiot."

Hentietta tried to laugh and instead let out a pained noise as she held herself tighter.

"Right, I think we better get you to the hospital, I called your doctor and told her I was bringing you in."

"Oh bugger, another lecture."

"Well what do you expect, why the hell can't you just let people help you, you are so bloody stubborn when you want to be."

"Look who's talking."

"Okay, fair point."

Granger got to his feet, before he left her for a few moments and returned with a kitchen towel.

"Move you hand Henrietta."

Hetty did as she was told, blood escaping as she moved her hand. She let out a small gasp, Granger noticing the fear in her eyes before he quickly applied the pressure to her wound with the towel, hearing the pained noise from her as he did so.

"It's okay, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"It's…fine."

"Put you hand back, keep the pressure on it for me."

Hetty did as he told her, watching him closely as he came to her side, his arm going around her waist, while his other hand took hold of her arm, helping her to her feet.

"Owen…"

"It's okay, you'll be fine. We'll take it slowly, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Well, I could always carry you to the car."

"Don't you bloody dare, I'm more than capable of walking."

Granger rolled his eyes at her, as they made their way slowly to his car, he opened the passengers door and helped Hetty to sit down. She closed her eyes tightly as she tried to get comfortable, waiting for Granger to get inside.

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Granger drove as carefully as he could to the hospital, trying not to cause any more discomfort to Hetty. He looked her way, every now and again, seeing the blood seeping through the towel. He could see by the expression on her face that she was scared, though she'd never tell him. He pulled in to the first parking space he could find before going around to the passengers side and taking Hetty's seatbelt off. Her eyes were closed tightly as she took some steady breathes.

"You okay?"

"Mmmm, just hurts a little."

"A little or a lot?"

"Owen."

"The truth Hetty?"

"It's killing me, is that what you want to hear."

"Lets get you inside."

Hetty felt Owen's strong hands around her waist once again as he helped her gently out of the car, his arm never leaving her back for fear she'd collapse. As they walked in to the hospital, Hetty spotted her doctor, Ariana Bodman…a tall brunette, hazel eyes and very professionally dressed Granger thought to himself. Ariana stopped talking to her colleague when she saw Hetty entering, rushing over to her.

"Can I get a chair over here please…NOW."

Before Hetty knew what what happening, there was a young nurse behind her, helping her in to a wheelchair.

"Is this really necessary?" Hetty asked.

"Completely, get her in to room four right away Sara."

"Yes doctor."

The nurse wheeled Hetty down the corridor and in to room four as Granger and Ariana followed behind. The nurse left before Ariana closed the door behind her and went back to tend to Hetty. She knelt down in front of her, spotting the blood soaked towel she was holding close to her.

"May I."

Hetty could only nod her head as the pain began to get worse. Ariana carefully removed the towel from Hetty's grasp, her eyes going wide as blood began to escape from her wound.

"Jesus…okay, Hetty I need to get you on the bed and lie down for me okay."

"Fine."

"You need a hand?" Granger asked.

"That would be great, thank you."

Between Granger and Ariana, they carefully got Hetty on to the bed, a pained noise escaping her lips as she was gently eased back on to the pillows. Granger could see she was beginning to worry, moving closer and taking tight hold of her hand in his, a small smile on his lips as she looked up at him, squeezing his hand as a thank you. Ariana went to the drawers and brought out some wipes and gauze to try and clean up some of the blood so that she could examine Hetty properly. Hetty winced when Ariana touched her, nausea making itself known.

"Ariana I…"

"Henrietta what is it?" Granger asked.

"Talk to me Hetty, what's going on?" Ariana asked.

" I think I'm going to be sick."

Ariana quickly turned, grabbing one of the sick bowls behind her, as Hetty sat up. Ariana just managed to put the bowl under the older woman before she was sick. Granger found himself running a warm hand up and down Hetty's back to comfort her, her free hand still holding on tightly to his arm.

"Is this normal, the nausea?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, she may have caught an infection from the wound, or she could have caused some more damage to herself when she fell. I'm going to do an ultrasound and see what's going on in there. Hetty, just try to relax okay, I'll find out what's going on here, you may need to go back in to surgery to repair the damage you may have gained when you fell."

"More surgery?"

"What's you name?"

"Sorry, Granger…Owen."

"It's not a certainty Owen, just a possibility. I'll avoid surgery if I can. I'll do the ultrasound and take some blood, then we can see what we're dealing with. I'll be back shortly, get some rest."

As Ariana left, Hetty placed the bowl to the side before looking up at Granger who still hand his hand on her back.

"Owen, what have I done?"

"Hey come on Henrietta, this was an accident."

"I was a bloody idiot."

"Well yes but…you can't change who you are."

Granger tried to joke but could see right away that it fell on deaf ears. He took hold of her hand before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You'll be okay, she seems to know her stuff. You'll get through this and I'll be right here with you, I promise."

For the first time in years, Hetty felt she could really trust and rely on the man sitting in front of her.

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To Be Continued…