'I thought you would've run a mile as soon as I fell asleep.' She mumbles as he gently runs his fingers through her hair.
'I wasn't leaving you like that... Anyway we need to talk.' He says causing her to sit up.
'I know you hate me so I'd rather not have this conversation.' She replies.
'Hey, I don't hate you... I'm hurt and I'm disappointed but I certainly don't hate you.' He says.
'Why didn't you just come talk to me instead of going gambling? You know I'm always here. Why do you keep pushing me away?' He asks.
'Because everyone kept telling me what I should do and how I should feel... I don't know why I did it.' She replies.
'Would you have actually taken those pills?' He asks.
'Yeah... The only reason I didn't was because I heard you coming in.' She says quietly.
'Oh, Carla... You should just have spoke to me.' He replies.
'What was I supposed to say? Oh by the way I had sex with your chef and now I want to die.' She says staring down at her hands.
'Maybe not like that no but I don't know. I just wish you had told me sooner.' He replies.
'What does it matter? Nothing would've changed. You would have left me then just like you'll leave me now.' She says causing him to sigh.
'Have I left yet?' He asks and she glances up at him.
'I'm not saying this will work. I'm not promising we'll still be together this time next year but I willing to give things a damn good try.' He says.
'Seriously? Why aren't you walking away?' She asks.
'I don't know. Maybe it's the brain damage but I love you. I know that you didn't go out looking to sleep with someone else and if you can promise me it was a one time thing that will never happen again then I promise to try and work through this.' He replies.
'It will never happen again.' She mumbles and he nods his head.
'Okay, we are calling the wedding off. We can't get married right now.' He says and she nods.
'And you're going to tell me who done this to you.' He adds gesturing to her wrist.
'It's nothing.' She almost whispers pulling her sleeve down to cover the bruising.
'Carla, there is no way you done this to yourself so tell me who done it.' He says gently running his fingers over the bruise.
'It was Robert.' She whispers.
'Are you fucking kidding me? What did he do?' Nick asks watching her bite her bottom lip as tears stream down her cheeks.
'Carla, please just tell me.' He says causing her to sigh.
'He threatened me. Told me he could turn my world upside down if I didn't stop ignoring him.' She replies.
'I'll kill him.' He says immediately going to stand up.
'Nick, no... Please don't leave me.' She cries clutching at the end of his shirt.
'Okay... Okay, I'm not going anywhere.' He says sitting back down.
'Why did things go so wrong?' She whispers.
'You hit the self destruct button, babe...' He says and she sighs.
'Why do you put up with me?' She asks glancing up as he gently wipes her tears away.
'Because I love you. Because I can't imagine my life without you. Because you are all I need to be happy.' He replies moving some hair out of her face.
'I'm so sorry.' She whispers.
'Come here.' He says putting his arms out and allowing her to rest her head against his chest.
'We're going to make this work. We're at least going to give it a bloody good try.' He adds, his arms wrapping around her as he places a kiss on the top of her head.
'Where are you going?' She mumbles sleepily as he drapes a cream blanket over her.
'Just to tidy up... I won't leave the flat, I promise.' He says smiling at her.
'Mmm... 'Kay.' She replies. He makes his way to the bathroom and begins to pick up some things including the tub of pills. Tears fill his eyes as he tips the remaining pills down the toilet. Closing the door he flushes the pills away and leans his head back against the bathroom door.
Just months ago they were so happy, planning their wedding, speaking about have a family and now? Now he has just stopped her from overdosing and found out she's slept with his chef. Surely things can't get any worse?