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Holding The Baby and Breaking the Spell
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Program – Casualty Information – this is in about 3 parts and possibly a bit confusing so if you don’t understand once I post part two just message me and I’ll explain. It’s set in the end of series 15 and start of 16.
Part One.
Running out of the department as fast as her swollen ankles could take her she didn’t think where she was going she just had to escape. Go anywhere…anywhere at all. Her pulse racing she stops and leans against the wall closest to her, she hears the man she ran from running a bit away trying to find her, shouting her name in desperation. But nothing was going in she turned her head to see where she was to find steps, corned off with blood stains and police looking for evidence and close by a body with more police officers around him. Putting her hand over her mouth to drown out the sound of her gasp and a new set of tears flowed; the other hand lay protectively over her baby bump as if to stop her unborn child witnessing the events before them. Shaking her head she turned away her body now exhausted from running she looks up through her tears and sees Charlie, out of breath, standing there with sad eyes. “Oh Charlie…” Unable to hold back her full emotions anymore she just slid down the wall howling for her murdered husband repeating over and over that she loved him, needed him and what about the baby? Charlie unable to hold her slid down the wall also to sit next to her and took her in his arms as she cried. His concern for his grieving friend was plain to see to anyone who saw the pair in the corner hugging as she cried. Charlie was fully aware that she was in total shock and not taking anything in but the added shock of seeing her husband’s murderer across from her sent her overboard. “Duffy…Come on lets get you home.” But she didn’t show any sign of even hearing him never mind understanding what he was telling her instead she just started at the stop where her now dead husband once lay. “Duffy…Lisa…the boys and your mum will be worrying.” She didn’t feel anything at all she was totally numb she didn’t understand anything either, not really, she cried in shock and confusion. She could say the words just now but didn’t know what they meant or what the signified. On hearing Lisa she half listened and nodded. She wanted her mum. She held out her hand and he pulled her up. Noticing she was in no fit state to drive home he held her hand and took her round to his car and opened the door for her. She sat down in the seat, still with an icy stare at whatever was in front of her she didn’t even think of putting on her seatbelt. Such simple tasks were impossible to her so he pulled it round her swollen stomach and pushed it in. You see she wasn’t thinking at all. Not of anything her mind was blank until they reached her home. Opening the car door he helped her out then opened her front door to see her mother Kate watching some film in the living room. Duffy, still blank, just stood in the hallway, her make-up all running down her face as she cupped her stomach. “Kate?” On hearing the mans voice she turned shocked to see the young man with red eyes standing just in front of her 8 month pregnant daughter, who for some reason wasn’t moving. “Charlie? What’s wrong?” “Kate…Sit down.” While she did she noticed him turn to Duffy and put an arm around her and move her to a seat beside her mother where she broke down once more. This is where the blankness stopped. This is where it hit her. Her husband was dead! “Lisa!” shocked at her daughter’s sudden outburst of emotion. She turned to Charlie. “Kate…Andrew’s been killed.” Shaking her head in shock, tears filled her eyes, despite not liking him very much he was the father of her grandchildren and her unborn grandchild and Lisa loved him very much. She turned to her and took her in her arms. Braking her silence Duffy looked at her mum then Charlie. “Tom Harvey…He killed him. The boys!” Just as she said this two wee faces peered sleepily from upstairs. “Mum?” “Oh peter! Jake!”
As the days passed everything was just a blur. The funeral, his parents staying, flowers and due to all of this her pregnancy was pushed to the side and forgotten about. A week later Charlie felt he needed to make sure she was coping. She was now 35 and half weeks pregnant and he feared she’d forgotten to look after herself. Knocking on her red front door he smiled as the glowing woman answered in a white t-shirt, long blue cardie and a black skirt that went to her knees but was for the purpose of not emphasizing her growing stomach. Kissing her on the cheek he was let in. Soon they were sitting in her multi cultural living room. “So how is the baby?” “Huh? Oh the baby! Alright.” “Kicking driving you mad yet?” “Umm. Not really.” It was like trying to get blood out of stone. But he kept pressing her as she sat down, with a bit of difficulty and discomfort. “You had any appointments?” As if she had forgotten she looked unsure before sudden realisation passed through her. “Oh. Yes I did. This morning.” “How did it go?” “Umm… they are a bit worried I think. Something about my blood pressure been too low.” Nodding he knew she had taken in her husband was dead but that was all she had taken in for the past week. He failed to notice her place a hand on her stomach and take a deep breath. About an hour later Duffy had gone to get a glass for his wine when he heard a fear filled cry for help from her. Running through he found her doubled up in pain in the kitchen with her eyes squeezed shut. “Duffy? What’s wrong?” “The baby is…” Just as she was about to finish her sentence her waters broke and fear overflowed her. “Charrrliiie! It’s too soon!” Taking her by the arm he ushered her through to her living room once more and pulled her hair back and tied it. “Don’t panic.” “Don’t panic! I’m only 8 months pregnant! I have 5 weeks to go.” “I know Duffy. Please stay calm. I’ll call an ambulance.” He watched her bent over her fireplace as he placed towels on the couch and went beside her with the phone. “No… ambulance. Ooohhh…” “No ambulance? Duffy?” he twigged in-between contractions she’d move around the room a bit. Now at her table in the centre of the room she still had her eyes shut as another contraction ripped through her. “No!” “Duffy! Please. What if something goes wrong?” “I’ve done this before…you can deliver.” Moving again, this time to the piano, she gripped the edge and quietly moaned. “Duffy see sense…” “SHUT UP Charlie! You want me to go to where Andrew died. Please…” she spoke her voice full of fear and pain. “I only want you here. Just don’t look.” “Don’t look?” The speed of her labour frightened Charlie. Within five minutes of her waters breaking she was lying on her floor, towels under her, cupping her baby bump fully aware even if Charlie had called an ambulance this child wasn’t waiting. “Charlie! I need to push!” “What? Already?” “Yes! This baby isn’t waiting…Ooooohhh.” Checking Duffy wasn’t kidding. She was 10cm dilated but also breech. Talking her through within another 3 minutes she had given birth to a baby girl. Who wasn’t breathing. By now Duffy’s other two children were watching as he successfully resituated the tiny baby. Handing her to a once more shocked Duffy he asked her to hold her as he got something to cut the cord. Although she seemed totally out of it all that was running through her head as she held her tiny baby girl was that this was all wrong. Andrew should be here!
End of part One.
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