Adam

"Kirsty," I was panicking. This couldn't be happening I couldn't lose her. How had I not noticed something more was wrong? I shook her, desperately needing a reaction but I didn't get one and then her eyes fluttered. I was so thankful when her eyes eventually flickered open. The feeling didn't last long as I saw the terror in her eyes.

"What's the time?" she demanded shakily.

"Just after two." I replied confused by her reaction. She'd obviously lost a lot of blood and must be in pain but she was asking me what the time was. She'd relaxed at my words and allowed her self to sag back onto the bed with out making any indications to her injury.

"Kirst, are you ok," I ask trying to bring up the fact she was lying in her own blood and hadn't even noticed.

"Fine, just tiered," she answered a puzzled look crossing her face.

I didn't know what to say, how to tell her. So I just sat on the edge of the bed clasping my hands together looking down at them and probably looking rather nervous. Then my luck kicked in. She'd reached up and touched the side of her face and immediately felt the sticky substance on the side of her forehead and pulled her hand down unsteadily to look at it. Seeing that it was covered in blood she turned rapidly to look at the pillow behind her and then up to me in horror, tears quickly threatening to fall.

At first neither of us moved and just sat there almost trying to avoid the situation we where in but we both knew that it couldn't be avoided.

I spoke first. It had been a couple of minuets and it was clear that Kirsty wasn't going to try and explain.

"Can I take a look," I say not wanting to push her so that she ran. She nodded but didn't move her gaze from the door. I moved towards her cautiously.

It wasn't just the side of her face that was covered in blood it was also matted into her hair and I wonder just how much blood she had lost and how she was still managing to sit in front of me awake and calm. I started to part her hair but she flinched from my touch. She then took my hand in hers and guided it up to her fore hair just passed her hairline indicating where the cut was.

It defiantly needed stitches but I knew that I would not be able to persuade Kirsty to move to cubicles to get it seen to.

"Can you do it in here, please," she sounded so vulnerable and still hadn't taken her eyes off the door. I just wanted to hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok but first I needed to stitch her cut. It was still bleeding slightly and I was getting more and more worried about the amount of blood she was losing.

"Ok, don't move," I was unsure if she even heard me.

"Kirsty?"

"I won't," she whispered. I looked unconvincingly at her and with out even looking at me she replied, "promise."

She hadn't moved. I'd returned stitched her cut and the whole time we were in silents and she didn't move a muscle. She was so unlike the Kirsty I had grown to love. She seemed defeated and I thought over and over again I just wanted her to open up to me to tell me what was wrong how she had got hurt and then for me to hold her comfort her and do the best I could possibly do to help her but still we sat in silent's, her too lost in thoughts and me too scared to ask. What if she didn't trust me enough to tell me? What would I do? It didn't matter what I would do I had to try.

"Kirsty talk to me. What happened?" I asked softly moving around to sit in front of her on the bed.

Kirsty

What was I going to tell him? What could I make up that he would believe? I sat trying desperately to think of some kind of excuse or story as to how I got my injuries but nothing came to me. Everything thing I thought of sounded ridiculous and they was no way I was telling him the truth. I didn't want him to know. I didn't want to move and I certainly didn't want to be away from him. I should have called in sick but I couldn't stand to be in the house any longer. I just had to think of the right thing to say. I couldn't blame this one on Nita.

I could always reel of lies like the time when Adam noticed the bruises on my arm. Straight away there it was Nita and theme park. This time though all I could think was that a cupboard shelf fell on me. It was lame. If it was that simple why didn't I just get it seen to? I was willing my self to think but nothing came and then Adam spoke.

"Kirsty talk to me. What happened?" He asked calmly as he sat in front of me on the bed.

My time was up and I hadn't got anything to give him. So I did the only thing I could.

"Please can you take me home?" He looked hurt and I couldn't do that to him. "I'll explain; just not now. I'm tiered, really really tiered. I just want my bed." I closed my eyes I really was very tiered but wanting to go home to my bed was far from the truth. I wanted to stay here with Adam. Have him hold me, kiss me but I knew that could never be.

"Ok," he seemed hesitant, "I've got a couple of things to sort out but I'll be back in about ten."

"Thank you," I sighed giving him a small smile before flopping back down on the bed and closing my eyes.

When I didn't hear the door open and shut I opened them again to find Adam hovering over me looking at my tummy. I followed his gaze filling with dread as I saw that my top had risen up slightly exposing my now deep purple and blue stomach, hip and side. It looked like a child had painted it on. Tugging down my top I rolled over to stare at the plain blue wall.

Eventually Adam gave up and left. Finally realising that I wasn't going to share and he wasn't going to push me to. After hearing the door click closed I got of the bed and ran some warmish water into the mini sink and looked into the mirror above it. Blood covered the right side of my face and was matted into my hair. Underneath it my face was pale and dull and had a greyish tint to it. Not the best look I'd ever had. I thought and smiled a little to my self. After washing the majority of the blood from my hair and face I stripped of the bed. The blood had soaked through the pillow case and onto the pillow so I placed it in the bin. When Adam came back I was ready to go.

He was a bit taken back that I had cleaned up and was ready and waiting to go and just held the door open for me to exit but before I even got to the door my head felt light and I swayed on my feet. My eyes had clouded and for a second I was sure that I was falling but then there was Adam with his strong, warm arms holding me up.

Adam kept his arm around my waist bearing almost all of my weight as we made our way through the hospital we got a couple of strange looks from co-workers but none of them stopped us. Finally we were at his car and I was allowed to relax into the seat.

"Kirsty, I don't think I can take you home." I turn to look at him in disbelief, "I mean look at you, you should stay here where you can get prober medical help. Where I can help you, I'm sure Warren and Nita would want you to look after your self."

"No, please I'm fine. It's nothing a little sleep won't cure." I tried to sound light hearted but he looked unconvinced.

"Does Warren know; about the bruises?" This almost made me laugh. I wanted to scream of course me bloody knows, he caused them but I held it in and shook my head and looked down at my hands not wanting to lie to him.

"Don't you think he should?" Again I shook my head.

"I think we should go back inside and get you probably looked at." He said touching my arm as comfort but I shook it of.

"No please, please just take me home. Warren will take care of me." I was at the point I was ready to beg and it showed clearly in my voice. This wasn't I lie Warren would take care of me just not in the way that Adam thought he would.

Adam nodded but was clearly not happy with the decision but still he pulled of and headed in the direction of my house.

"Adam," I didn't quite know what to say. How could I ask him to make it look like Tess forced him to take me home with out him being suspicious? "Warren doesn't like me hanging around with guys too much." I paused gathering my thoughts to carry on, "could you say that Tess told you to bring me home because I'm not well." We pulled up out side my house and he turn to look into my eyes.

"Okkay," Adam drew out the word to show his confusion but he still turned and slipped out of the car and around to the passenger door will out a word.

We hobbled up the front steps, Adam knocked on the door and we waited for Warren to open the door.