My life-coronation street fan fiction

Bella

It must have been a while later when Roy came back with Bella.
"Tina has stayed at home with Elsa." But before she could finish Bella hugged Mum and said
"is Isla ok, mummy?"
"She isn't very well and you know how you to are like best friends, we think she might wake up from her sleep if you talk to her. Would you like to talk to her? ... Ok go on then climb on the bed and lie next to her." I felt Bella small little body climb onto the bed. She was warm and wearing the fluffy hoodie, I had packed for her the morning before. It was her favourite and used to be mine. Before she started to talk to me she continued talking to Mum.
"Mummy I brought Isla's blanket"
"give it 'ere" I felt the blanket drape over me and Bella hold my hand. I think Mum was holding the other.
"Isla you know last night Elsa wouldn't go to sleep and I had to give her cuddles until she went to bed. I think she missed you. I did, Roy doesn't tuck me in the same as you. He doesn't make sure my feet and arms are warm like you." She stopped and as she did I thought how is this little girl three years old, she is amazing, how does a three year old talk like this so emotionally and sensibly. She continued.
"Mummy said that if I talk to you, you will wake up and I want you to wake up. Who would play with me if you were not here? Mummy is always at the factory?" She said, what she said made me realise that I needed to be there not only for my Mum but also for Bella and Elsa, for Michelle because she would suffer too. She would be the one there to look after my sisters when Mum would go off the rails, she would be the one to pick up the pieces not only with the girls but her financial things and alcohol problems that she has suffered with since before dad died. But at the same time Michelle would have to cope with missing me while Mum would get made and push everyone she loves away from here.
"Mummy misses you and she told auntie chelle you were sick, she is coming home. She wants to be with us." By this time Bella had let go of my hand but Mum was still holding the other one. Bella was lying next to me on top of the spare arm which was dangling off the side of the bed. Roy had left to go the cafe so I knew no one would see if I tried to move my little finger. Bella was talking away to herself and I think Mum was eating a packet of crisps, I could hear the crunching. I counted down in my head 5,4,3,2,1 now... I tried to move my little finger and as I did my stiff finger bent. I did it. Next my toes. But as I started to Bella started to talk and the door opened.
"Mummy I need a wee" Bella squeeled. Mum huffed and probably rolled her eyes. "Roy will you take Bella to the toilet please?"
"Oh yes of course, come on Bella lets go" Bella climbed off the bed and must have gone out the room but Roy was holding the door
"Roy wait" Mum said
"yes Carla"
"you know it's my fault she's like this, she's gonna die and then I am gonna be alone with Bella and Elsa" I heard the door close and some rustling. I think Mum was crying.

Roy had taken Bella to the toilet and come back, now Bella was sitting back on my bed and talking to Mum about her trip to the toilet. I decided to try and wiggle my toe. 3,2,1 ... I did that too. It worked my toe moved.

A while later Roy had decided it would be wise to take Bella home and had tried to insist that Mum go with him. At first she didn't want to but after a while she gave in. She was being stubborn as always. The room went quiet as the door shut apart from the beeping of the machine I was connected to. I lay for a while listening to the machine.

I must have fallen asleep while I was asleep. But when I could hear the beeping again my eyes were stinging. I lifted my arm to run them. At first I didn't realise what I was doing until I opened my eyes and the lights from the corridors of the hospital shine into my eyes.
"I'm awake" I quietly whispered to myself.

As I began to sit up a nurse walked past outside. As she opened the door, I thought I recognised her.
"Hello miss Connor, are you feeling ok?" I nodded
"can you call my Mum please? Carla Connor?"
"That's where I recognise you from. I was the nurse who treated you after you had been shot"
"really?"
"Yes right I will go and call your Mum" "thanks" and with that, she left.