Saving Lotte Sullivan | Collingwood/Carlton

30 - What Happens In Sydney...

'What the fuck happened?'

Lotte swallowed back the pain killers as she clutched her head, not at all enjoying the migraine she was having as she sat down on the couch and held her glass of water in both hands. Staring ahead at the blank TV screen, she could see a dark reflection of herself and Ashlyn Addison, who was stuffing her face with donuts she'd picked up at the IGA across the road. 'Damn, these aren't as good as the ones at Woolworths. Oh well' Ashlyn mumbled to herself, as she licked the frosting and glaze off her fingers. 'Ugh, I got powdered sugar on my coat' she complained, trying to wipe it off.

'Ivy was referred onto the oncological and neurosurgical units, Ash' Lotte said, as Ashlyn walked over, her heeled boots click clacking away.

'What's onco...oncononalogical...'

'Oncology. Cancer' Lotte explained, as Ashlyn suddenly sat down. 'Oh no. Poor Josh, he must be worried sick' she said, as she suddenly felt the baby move and was instantly distracted. She quickly placed her hands on her belly as she looked up at Lotte, unable to hide her huge smile at the worst possible time.

The front door suddenly opened as Jack Ginnivan walked in with his training bag slung over his shoulder. 'Do you have the-'

'Your spare house key is hiding under the shoebox on my bedside table' Lotte said, already knowing what he was after.

'How'd you know?' He asked, confused.

'You lose your valuables every two minutes, Jack, it's you we're talking about' Lotte said, giving him a look as he sighed and walked towards the bedroom. 'True. I don't know what's wrong with my brain lately' he said, as he disappeared into the darkness.

'He gave you his spare apartment key?' Ashlyn asked, still unable to hide her smile as baby moved around inside of her.

'The landlord wasn't going to help him and everyone lives too far away' Lotte explained, as she and her best friend heard a noise come from the bedroom. 'Sorry, I tripped over the wasteland of clothes on the floor!' Jack yelled from the bedroom.

'Your mother told you someone was going to end up hurt on your messy bedroom floor one day' Ashlyn said matter of factly. She'd been there when Keeley Sullivan had gone into one of her beyond furious lectures because a nine month pregnant Lotte hadn't been able to pick her clothes up off the floor. Ashlyn also remembered the smug look on Rochelle's face as she laughed evilly, sipping coffee like she was on a late night show. 'And you, you should be helping your younger sister instead of getting legless in Westmeadows and making her drive over to pick you up!' Keeley had added, as she'd turned to face Rochelle, who's expression suddenly turned sour.

'Can you just grab your key and hurry up? I have an appointment soon!' Lotte whined, as Ashlyn looked at her in wonder.

'Sorry. I got fascinated by the shoebox and wanted to know which pair of Nikes they were. I found my key. I'm going now' Jack said, finally emerging from the bedroom as he headed straight for the front door in quite a rush. Ashlyn sniggered.

'Lotte buying Nikes? That doesn't sound right' she said, glancing down at her nails like always. 'How's a trip to the salon sound?' She asked.

'Hang on, Ash. Jack, you looked in that shoebox?' Lotte asked, standing up.

'Yep and I didn't really see anything, nothing at all, also Cal, Nathan, Ty, Trent and John are coming over soon so I have to go, I can't talk, bye' he said, speeding his words out as he opened the door.

'That's okay, I'll follow you to your apartment and make you talk' Lotte said angrily, as she walked after him.

'I mean it. Cal...Cal doesn't really like you. Wouldn't want to make things tense' Jack said, as Lotte rolled her eyes and shut the door. 'That's excusable' she said.