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Awake

Mickey stared at the white, sterile wall opposite him. He felt sick, knowing that he was too late to help Emma. The nurse had promised to tell him the moment there was any news. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall while he waited.

"Mick?" He opened his eyes as he heard the familiar voice call his name.

"Ash." He paused, suddenly realising none of the others knew what had happened.

"What are you doing here?" Stacie frowned as she walked towards them.

"How did the scan go? Junior ok?"

"Yeah." Ash smiled as Stacie rolled her eyes. "We 'ad some pictures. Looks like a blob but still, he's our blob."

"Or she is." Stacie smiled. "Mickey, what is it?"

"Emma." Mickey looked away. "It's Emma. I found her. I had a feeling something was wrong so I went back to the apartment."

"Oh God." Stacie stared at him. "Oh God, no."

"She was so cold." Mickey looked at the floor. "I've never seen her so quiet. I really thought." He sunk down into the plastic hospital chair behind him. Ash sat next to him.

"Does Sean know?" Mickey shook his head.

"Right, Stacie. You stay with Mick. I'll find Sean." Ash decided. "What do I tell him? Do I tell him that, well that she's."

"She's not dead." Mickey felt sick as he said the words. "She's in resus. They said she had probably collapsed getting up from bed. She did start groaning in the ambulance, like she was in pain. I dunno, Ash. She's really really ill. Tell him to get here. Might be an idea if he has any contact details for any family they have."

"Mick, they only ever had each other." Ash stated sadly. "I'll bring him 'ere. Be as quick as I can. Albert and Danny can wait at home."

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Danny jogged along the streets of South West London, annoyed that he was still unable to get hold of Mickey. He had been trying his mobile for the last hour, knowing they needed the information he picked up to go on with the con. He frowned as he saw Ash walk towards him.

"What are you doing here?" The spiky blonde haired grifter pulled a face. "Oh don't tell me, something has gone wrong."

"Yeah you could say that." Ash hated how he was the one that always seemed to have to pull the younger members of the crew into line. "The car is parked around the corner, Sean is in there. With Albert."

"What's happened? Where's Mickey and the girls?"

"That's what's 'appened." Ash sighed. "Emma's in hospital. Stacie is with Mickey at A&E. She's sick, mate. Really sick. I dunno all the details but she is not well at all."

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"Michael Stone?" The nurse called out as Stacie nudged Mickey. It seemed she was forever in A&E waiting rooms with either Mickey or Emma. They really did find trouble for themselves.

"Yeah." Mickey shot to his feet. "How is she? What happened?"

"Emma is through here." The doctor ushered him away as Stacie nodded for him to go with the younger man. "She is stable now."

"Stable? Why? What does that mean?"

"It means she hasn't improved but she hasn't got any worse. She has had a few scans and blood tests."

"Is she going to be ok?" Mickey felt his heart rate elevate dangerously.

"We're doing everything we can." The doctor answered diplomatically. "The Gynaecologist will see her in a moment and they'll probably want to take her to theatre. I've given her some antibiotics into a drip and some paracetamol to reduce her fever. She seems to be responding well so far."

"Gynaecologist?"

"I assume you knew your fiance was pregnant." Mickey felt his world collapse under him. He shook his head once. He had no idea and had no clue as to why Emma hadn't told him.

"It was early days." The doctor looked at him sympathetically. "Less than eight weeks. It looks like Emma has had an ectopic pregnancy - the embryo got stuck in the wrong place and started growing."

"I know what it is." Mickey ran a hand over his face.

"The tube burst, Emma has been bleeding internally and has developed something we call Sepsis." The doctor watched, hoping the man in front of him was able to cope with the news.

"We lost the baby." Mickey sighed. "And Emma? Am I going to lose her too?"

"It's early days." The doctor ushered him into Emma's room. "She's tough. She has to be, it looks like she had been bleeding internally for a while."

"She thought she had stomach flu." Mickey sighed as he saw her small frame on the A&E trolley. "Oh Em." The doctor left the room as the nurse wrote down Emma's vital signs on a chart before stepping back to allow Mickey to sit with the patient. Emma's eyes fluttered open for a second.

"Emma?"

"Ums," She replied, already groggy.

"You are going to be fine." Mickey stated calmly. "You will be just fine. They said you need an operation but that'll sort all this out. You'll be back home before you know it."

"Mmick." She held his gaze as her eyes filled with tears. A monitor bleeped as the nurse walked towards them and turned it off.

"Shh. We can talk when you're feeling better." He kissed her forehead. Emma held his gaze as he pulled back. "No tears. You'll be fine."

"Us?" Emma was too weak to manage full sentences. Her hand touched her abdomen as she tried to tell him what she meant. Her entire body wracked with pain. Groaning she gripped his hand as the nurse came to attend to her. "Sorry." Emma breathed as the pain forced her eyes open fully.

"Don't." Mickey let her hold his hand as the nurse injected her with morphine. "Don't say sorry. Nothing to apologise for. It's ok." He kissed her forehead as she settled slightly. Mickey swallowed hard, finding it difficult to keep his own emotions in check. Seconds later the hospital porters arrived to take her to the operating theatre. All Mickey could do was wait.

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A/N medical stuff in this is not fact. Please review. More Emma/Mickey in next chapter. Oh and Sean has something to say x

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