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Chapter Twenty-Two
Iain ended up sleeping at Lily's that night.
Night-time was often the hardest time for her and knowing that she got nightmares, he didn't want her waking up alone. However, Lily didn't like the feeling of someone sleeping next to her and it wasn't as if she had a spare bedroom, so he ended up sleeping on the sofa. He'd said that he didn't mind, but then Lily had caught him secretly wincing and rubbing at his back.
The next morning, Iain agreed to make a huge English breakfast to wake them both up a bit. Lily had woken up at least four times during the night, her worse night yet, so he was quite glad that he'd been there to look after her. It was upsetting, when she had nightmares, but he usually managed to put on a brave face for her.
"How are you feeling?" Iain asked, as he served up.
Lily was sat at the table, unscrewing the lid of her medication. She just shrugged, popped a couple of pills into her mouth, and washed them down with a glass of apple juice. Iain smiled proudly, happy that she was agreeing to the medication.
"You should stay home if you're tired," he mentioned, and sat down opposite her.
Lily just shook her head. She had a scheduled meeting with Connie at ten o'clock, and she didn't want to miss it. She didn't actually mind her meetings, she trusted Connie and she was one of the few people who made her feel better. It was her therapy sessions with Helen that usually made her feel anxious.
"Well, I can stay with you again tonight if you'd like," Iain kindly suggested. "Gem will be fine on her own."
Lily smiled weakly at him, grateful for his offer. She stayed silent though and just took a bite out of one of her sausages.
"So, how's Lily doing then?" Jez asked, as Iain drove the ambulance through the busy street of traffic. "A little bird told me that you spent the night with her, eh? Is that true?"
"Might be," Iain scoffed. "Who told you that?"
"Your beautiful, little sister," Jez chuckled, playfully slapping Iain's arm. "Seriously though, how's she doing?"
"Yeah, she...She's doing well," Iain stuttered, with a small sigh. "I don't know, Jez. She had about four bloody nightmares last night, and she's still hardly talking. So maybe you could answer your own question now."
"Sorry," Jez apologised quietly.
"It isn't your fault," Iain said. "And it isn't Lily's either, which is why I feel so guilty for getting frustrated. It's just difficult."
"What's she doing today?" Jez asked.
"She's come into the ED for a bit," Iain said. "It just gets her out, and Connie wanted to see her for an hour or two anyway. She's not going to be working though, I think it might be a while until she's back at work to be honest."
"Bless her," Jez said sympathetically, turning to look out of the window.
"Yeah," Iain sighed.
He began slowing down, as he reached a long queue of traffic. Although the sirens and the lights of the ambulance were both on, none of the cars were moving out of their way.
"Come on!" Iain shouted, beeping the horn. "Emergency vehicle here, lads!"
Someone beeped them back, but a few cars in front drifted to the sides to try and make a path for the ambulance. Iain held a hand up to thank someone and slowly made his way through the gap, receiving a rude hand gesture from one angry driver.
"It's actually our right of way mate, alright?" Iain shouted to him, even though he probably couldn't hear him. "Bloody ignorant," he muttered, indicating to turn left. "Okay, so it should be number forty four. Here we go!"
He pulled up outside one of the houses, turned everything off and opened his door before jumping down.
"Go and see if you can get inside, Jez!" Iain ordered, swinging the back doors of the ambulance open.
"I'm on it," Jez said, walking over and peering through the front window. "I think I can see something!" He shouted back to his colleague, rushing over to test the front handle of the door. "It's unlocked."
"Nice!" Iain grabbed the kit that he needed and hurried over to help.
Jez turned the handle of the door and the two of them strolled inside.
"Hello!" Iain called out. "Did anyone call for a paramedic?"
After receiving no answer, he made his way through and into the living room. The entire house was a complete mess, and he wondered how anyone could even live in such an environment.
"Hello!" He called out again.
"Hello!" A female voice echoed. "I'm in the downstairs bathroom!"
Jez stopped outside a small door that attached to the living room and gestured towards it. Iain nodded, and he pushed it open slightly with his finger. A man lay, unconscious, on the cold floor tiles, whilst a young girl in her twenties knelt beside him.
"Please help me!" She sobbed hysterically. "He's not waking up!"
"Alright love." Iain nodded, crouching down beside her. "Can I have your name?"
"It...It's Chelsea," she gasped between sobs. "Chelsea Simons. This is my boyfriend, Darren Warlow."
"Okay Chelsea, thank you," Iain said. "Are you hurt at all?" Chelsea shook her head, her hand in the hand of her boyfriend's. "Do you know what happened here, Chelsea?"
"He...He's taken something," Chelsea began to cry even harder. "I told him not to, honestly. He didn't even leave me a note, he just said that he wanted to die."
"Okay, okay," Iain soothed, gently placing a hand on Chelsea's shoulder. "He's in the best possible care right now, I promise. Do you know what he's taken at all?"
Chelsea shook her head, and a single tear rolled down her cheek and landed on her knuckles.
"Okay," Iain whispered, turning to address his patient. "Alright mate? My name is Iain and this is Jez, we're paramedics. Can you hear us at all?"
No answer.
Iain lifted the man's face slightly, gasping and quickly removing his hand when he saw it. Jez looked towards his colleague, confused, and Chelsea sprung into panic mode.
"What is it?" She screeched.
"Iain," Jez whispered. "Mate, are you okay?"
Iain gulped and stared at the earring through his eyebrow. Slowly, he pulled down his shirt collar to take a look at his neck and there it was. A very distinctive, skull and crossbones tattoo.
Cliffhanger!
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. You'll find out who Connie was calling soon as well. Also, what did you guys think of the episode last night? I loved it to be honest and found it extremely interesting. I wasn't too keen on the Jez scenes, but Jez isn't really a favourite character of mine.