Should I? Should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again, I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again to feel a little love. All by myself, I'm here again, all by myself, you know I'll never change. All by myself.

Carla barely left Michelle's bedside in the few days she'd been lifeless in hospital and therefore neither had Peter. He'd been Carla's rock, unable to tear himself away from his wife when she was in such a heartbreaking way.

He lay with her now, on the tiny single bed the hospital had provided in Michelle's private room. Carla lay with her back curled up into his chest and her head tucked under his chin. Her hands lay on his over her bump. She'd cried herself to sleep countless times over the weekend and this was always the way they ended up. Peter would never move, barely shuffling from his position until she woke and he could comfort her all over again. Sometimes she needed kisses and cuddles and attention, other times she needed silence, space or random conversations. Whatever Carla needed, Peter would provide it. He wanted her to know he was in this for the long run this time.

Peter was quickly learning what she needed and when she needed it. He felt like they were finally getting back to the beginning, to when they knew each other without saying a word.

"Simon's learnt another song on that guitar y'know love." Peter whispered, talking about random things as he sensed her need for a distraction. Her need to think about anything other than the woman fighting for her life beside the. He held her so close in the single bed, his arms still around her from behind.

Carla gave a faint smile, grateful for the distraction, her eyes not leaving Michelle's lifeless body though, "What was it?" She liked to talk about Simon, their relationship had grown stronger in the last year and she was gratefully accepting his willingness to bond. He'd been talking about wanting to learn an instrument for months now and Carla couldn't help but be the one to provide it, taking any chance to strengthen their friendship.

Peter chuckled as he began to half sing a song Simon had been playing, "Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know, when it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes, it is the only thing that makes us feel alive." Carla's smile grew slightly, as she listened, stroking his hand, listening as Peter kept singing.

Perer looked down as he heard Carlas quiet voice, joining in with him, her voice so quiet and whispery, "so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans. Holdin' me closer, til our eyes meet, you won't ever be alone." They both stopped and gave the quietest chuckle, Carla's eyes squeezing shut, taking a moment to enjoy a moment of small pleasure.

"Eh, I didn't have you down as an Ed Sheeran kinda girl." Peter joked softly, kissing her hair as his own eyes closed, breathing her in. He opened his eyes again as he heard her singing a different song, watching in awe, "I'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a logo house. If things go wrong we can knock it down." She slowly shuffled in his arms and turned so she faced him, looking up as her hand cupped his cheek, "and out of all these things I've done, I think I love you better now." She smiled ever so lightly and Peter shook his head, looking down, "After all this time, you still never fail to surprise me.." he whispered, tucking a stay strand of hair behind her ear. Carla just smiled lightly, "I always told ya darlin', I'm a woman of mystery."

For a few moments, they weren't in a hospital, they weren't in a mess. They were two humans with a love and a connection and a bond and something they just couldn't explain. They were a man and a woman, a husband and his wife, sharing so much by saying so little. Eventually though, that moment had to end. "Love, we really should get going to that scan soon, eh?" He spoke almost tentitively, worried for her response and rightly so. Carla pulled herself up, wrapping her arms around herself as she stood by Michelle's bed, "I told you, I'm not going. I'm not leaving her Peter."

Peter sighed, "Carla you know how important these scans are, they need to keep an eye on you and baby. Come on, we'll only be an hour!" He slowly made his way to her his hands on her sides, "We can find out if we're having a boy or a girl and you can come back and tell her all about it. She'd like that sweetheart.." he kissed her neck gently but Carla pushed his hands away, "She won't like it, Peter. She won't like it because she won't understand because she can't hear us because she's in a coma." She wasn't looking at him but her voice told him so much, he hated the anger she showed towards him when all he longed to do was make things better.

"Carla please darlin', I'm beggin' ya, just one hour for our baby and you can come straight back.. Please" he pulled her to look at him, his eyes pleading with her.

"I said no. I'm not leaving her, I'm staying here til.. til she wakes up."

Peter looked to Michelle and then to Carla, "And what if she doesn't wake up, Carla? What then?" He hadnt meant that in the way Carla had obviously taken it but his hand held the cheek she had just forcefully slapped, her eyes glaring at him, "Don't you dare. Don't say that. Just because you've given up on her, doesn't mean I have. She didn't give up on me when I were in 'ere, now it's my turn."

Peter forced himself to stay calm, knowing this wasn't Carla's fault and that emotions were running high right now, "Carla I hated her for what she did to you but that doesn't mean I've given up on her, you're not being fair. I'm really trying here, I'm trying for you and for our baby. For us."

Carla just turned back to Michelle, not even looking at him as she just fussed over Michelle, pointlessly sorting her blankets, "She's made a mistake but she's never given up on me, not really. I need to be here."

"Like I did you mean? Fuck, nothing is ever enough for you is it! I've messed up in the past, I've been an idiot but you're the god damn love of my life and I am trying to be there for you, stop pushing me away!"

When Carla didn't answer, Peter just shook his head, "You know what Carla, I give up. I do, I give up. Stay with her, do what you like. I'm tired of being treated like this. I've got feelings an all, but they seem to be pretty unimportant these days." He pushed the doors of the hospital room open before Carla could respond and left her alone as she sunk to the floor beside Michelle, crying to herself in the silent room.

Peter kicked a chair in frustration as he made his way out of the hospital, his mind crazy with thoughts. He headed for a walk, far away from the hospital and from Carla, but not before he made a stop at a shop, purchasing a bottle of whiskey without hesitation.

If Carla wouldn't be his comfort, if Carla would keep pushing him away, rejecting him, at least alcohol wouldn't.