Emily

It was late and my shift had finished over five hours ago but I stood in the dim lighting, which the hospital used at night, leaning against the doorway to Kirsty's room. I watched Kirsty sleep peacefully her feature scarcely visible as Adam slumped in the chair beside her bed. Neither knew I was stood there watching them. Adam held Kirsty's hand in two of his using the pad of his thumb to stroke the soft skin on the top of her hand. I was the only person apart from Adam who knew how he felt about her and it was so sad to see them like this. I had no idea if Kirsty felt the same way about him but I had an ink link that she didn't feel that way about Warren. I'd never really seen Kirsty awake with Adam but still I thought that they would be perfect for each other. I knew a side to Kirsty that the others had never seen and when I tried to explain it to Jay I couldn't make him understand it the part of her I'd seen.

It was sad to think that Kirsty would be going down to psych and not being able to go home but it seem like it was for the best. I couldn't understand what drew Kirsty into trying to take her own life but I had a feeling that Warren wasn't telling us the whole story. There was something with the way he rushed out of here earlier dragging Nita unwillingly behind him that made me question everything I knew about him, which I had to admit was not a whole lot.

I was stirred from my thoughts by Adam restlessly changing position. It was time we both went home but neither of us was going to go. Jay was starting his shift in a couple of hours and I knew that he would have a lecture for me for not going home but this is where I wanted to be. He was just looking out for me and it was sweet he cared enough to try and persuade me to go home but I really couldn't be bothered to try and defend why I should stay. I wanted to; couldn't that just be enough?

I couldn't explain why I felt such a strong connection to Kirsty so I didn't expect other people to understand my need to stay and make sure she was alright, it was just something I felt I had to do.

I sensed someone behind me and turned my head to find Zoe stood behind me also looking in on the scene in front of us.

"Hey," I almost sighed it had been a long day.

"Do you think they know?" She spoke quietly her eyes never leaving Adam and Kirsty. I turned to face her fully.

"Know what?" I whispered back.

"How perfect they are for each other." A small smile erupted onto my tired face, so I wasn't the only person who thought it. My gaze went back to them.

"She's with Warren." I said stating the problem, although they seemed a happily married couple that's how I saw it.

"Mmmm." Zoe agreed like she had been thinking the same thing.

We stood side by side both fixated on the same corner of the room in front of us.

"Do you think she will remember doing it?" I asked.

"I don't know, probably not with the amount she took. I can't believe we didn't see this coming. We should never have let her go home in the first place she should have gone straight to the psych ward."

"Are they taking her there tomorrow?"

"Yer, just waiting for her to wake up." She sounded deflated.

"All we ever seem to be doing is waiting for her to get better with out really doing anything to help ourselves." I said annoyance creeping into my voice.

"I know but we've been trying to get her to talk but we can't force her to, she not ready yet but we will be there when she is." She pulled me into a hug needing it as much as I did.

Adam

I looked at the clock as it ticked on the white pristine wall, it was almost 3 am. My eyelids were heavy and it was becoming increasingly harder to stop them from dropping but still I couldn't bring myself to stand up from the chair beside her bed and leave her.

Instead I restlessly changed positions in what was probably the most uncomfortable chair in existence, no wonder there are visiting hours, they didn't want visitors ending up in beds beside the patients because of these chairs. Unable to settle in one position I pulled myself forward from my slouched position against the back of the chair into a sitting position resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. It was defiantly time to go. I couldn't fall asleep here, people would start asking questions and if Warren came back and found me beside her I didn't want to face his questions, especially after I didn't visit her when she was at home.

Warren and Nita had left hours ago only staying to make sure she pulled through before making a quick exit, but I couldn't help questioning how they had managed to tear themselves away, I couldn't. I didn't even want to think about leaving her here but the thoughts kept pushing their way back into my head. The last time Kirsty was here David had shown up. He was never caught, which means that he's still out there now, somewhere on the loose. He wouldn't be stupid enough to come back here, would he? After all there were no guarantees that he wouldn't. Even if he didn't come back I still didn't want to leave her but in reality I knew I would have to soon but at the moment I could just sit and watch her.

She lay beneath the white sheets that were just a fraction of a shade lighter than her. Her bouncy, dark hair was the only thing that stood out boldly on the bed. She looked inches away from death and it was terrifying, the only things convincing me she wasn't was the rhythmic bleeping of her heart monitor and the steady rise and fall of her chest. She had become even thinner than the day where I'd carried her lifeless and bloody body through the hospital. That memory still haunted me, I just couldn't shake it, all I had to do was blink and there it is and in the last couple of weeks her situation hadn't improved much. I desperately didn't want to believe that Kirsty could do this to herself but I couldn't deny it any longer. Her test results had come back and confirmed that she'd taken an extremely high dosage of Warren's medication which meant that she meant business. It seems that Warren had gotten to her in time because after tests there didn't seem to be any permanent damage.

I looked down at her face; it was completely drained of colour making her barely recognisable. How did we let it get this far?

Hey, I'd like to thank everyone for all the positive review lately it's been great to hear that your liking it. I'd be really grateful for any ideas about how to get Kirsty out of psych; I've got kind of stuck about the whole thing but I don't want all to be revealed just yet because I've got an idea about how I want it all to come out. Thanks for reading xx