What about us?

7

It took every bit of strength she had to stay away. He begged and he pleaded until one day she stopped taking his calls, ignored his texts cutting off all contact. She kept updated on his progress, of course she did - she wasn't that cruel. Two surgeries down and not much progress had been made. He'd given up on himself Beth had said, although she didn't blame Molly - in-fact she stood by her.

"It's only me Beth" Molly shouted. "These bleedin' night shifts will be the death of I'm tellin' ya"
She stopped dead "What you doin' here?" She spat.

"Should you really be working such long shifts in your condition?" His said gently. God she'd missed him. "I'm pregnant, not ill. Anyway you didn't answer my question"

He was perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, careful not to catch the metal holding together his broken bone . It pained her to see him so hurt.

"I've been allowed home for a change of scenery, just for a little while. I wasn't very welcome at mums, I just assumed you'd be at work or that you may want to see me. I just wanted a quiet place to sit" he said sadly, she almost felt sorry for him. "You don't live here anymore" she reminded him.

He struggled to move forward and shuffle himself off of the sofa. Every movement agonising. "Shouldn't even be out by the looks of you"

"I had to see you. You haven't returned any contact. I need to know how you and the baby are doing"

She sniggered "You've seen me now so can piss off again now. And bean is fine. Thanks"
He wanted to caress her belly. She looked beautiful, glowing in fact.

"Molly. Georgie and I..."

"Oh here we go. I don't wanna hear about either of you two shacking up together. Get up on your crutches and do one Charles. Please just go"

She watched him move unsteadily towards the door. It didn't feel right, he belonged here with her. He struggled to balance as he attempted to let himself out "Could you help me please?"

She pulled the door open and held out her hand "Keys?" He sighed. "In my left pocket" she took them, avoiding his eyes as they bore into her. "Does it really have to be like this?"

"Your doing. Not mine, now go" he winced in pain as he attempted kiss her cheek goodbye. She pulled away, pulling the front door open further, hoping he'd get the hint. She watched him wobble down the gravel path. Each move as painful as the last. He wasn't meant to be out of hospital, that much was obvious.

She watched from the windows at he leaned against the wall, puffing with exhaustion. The same funny shade of grey he was when his body was being ravaged by infection. It wasn't her to be cruel. She was a nurse, She didn't send people away, especially not her own husband, no matter how much of a tosser he'd been. She fought with herself, giving in she sat herself next to him on the wall as he puffed and winced. "Are you alright?" She finally brought herself to say "I've been better. I'll be out of your hair in a minute, I'm just waiting for a taxi"

She felt guilty looking at him "Let me help you inside, you can wait in there" he shook his head "Thanks but just the thought of moving that far again makes me cringe. This is agony"

She sighed, resigned to the fact she would now have to wait with him "How's the baby?"

"Fine, like I said already. How's Georgie?" She spat with such venom. He dropped his head "We aren't together Molly. Nothing happened"

She pulled the car keys from her pocket "Get in the car. I need you out of here so I'll take you myself"
He struggled, swaying as he tried not to give into the dizziness. She was concerned about him, but he wasn't her problem. He mumbled incoherently the entire journey, barely able to keep himself awake.