By Cat
Disclaimer: I do not
own any of the characters, All Saints etc so do not sue! Surely these make for
more fans?
Thanks Trina!
"Do
you know why Bron isn't at work Connor?" Terri asked. "She's almost an
hour late," Connor swung around to face her.
"Ah,
she wasn't feeling too well but she said she would come in soon," Connor
hated lying but he didn't want Bron to get in trouble. He was starting to get
frustrated with her, for the past week he had had to make excuses for her coming
into work late.
"Well
as long as she's okay,"
"She's
fine."
Just
then Bron ran though the doors of Ward 17.
"Bron,
where have you been?" Terri asked. Connor gave Bron a look.
"I'm
so sorry Terri, I had car troubles," Bron quickly made up. Connor mouthed
"no!" to her.
"Connor
said you were sick," Terri asked.
"Ah
yeah that too," she said, "but I'm fine now,". Terri raised an
eyebrow.
"Well
you've got rooms two, three and six okay?" she said. Bron nodded and left,
not wanting Terri to be asking any more questions.
*
* * * * * * * * *
Bron walked into the tearoom, her shift had just finished. She opened her locker and started to put all its contents into a big cardboard box. She was halfway through when She saw Scott at the door.
“Spring cleaning are we?” He said jokingly. Bron just looked at him and kept on going. Scott walked in and sat on the bench top. “No need to bite,” he said a little slowly. “Bron,”
“What!” she snapped. Scott jumped a little.
“Ben wanted me to come and ask you if you want to go for a drink with him at Cougars tonight.” He said. “He would have asked you himself except he got tied up, some matter with-”
“Thanks Scott,” she said a little quickly.
“So it’s on?” he asked.
“Ah yeah, sevenish can you tell him?” Bron turned around and continued packing. She didn’t want him to see her teary eyes.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” Scott asked. He moved a little closer to her.
“Nothing is up, Scott,” she regained herself and turned around to face him.
“Ben’s really worried about you Bron. You look like you’re going to fall apart any second from now,” he said.
“Oh thanks a lot Scott.” She joked, but she knew he could see through her.
“Just promise me you’ll go and talk to Ben tonight okay?” He asked. Bron rolled her eyes.
“I’m fine. Stop worrying!” She smiled and left the room. She took the box to her car and drove home.
* * * * * * * * * *
Bron
saw Ben by the bar. She walked up to him.
“Hi
Ben,” she said.
“Bron,
I’m glad you’re here. Listen we need to talk.” He led her into a corner.
Bron sat down reluctantly. “What’s wrong Bron?” Ben asked gently. Bron
spread her hands apart on the table and looked up at him.
“There
is nothing wrong Ben,” she said quickly and got up from the table. She ran out
out her car but Ben followed her. Bron turned around to face him, her eyes were
flooded with tears and she couldn’t hold them in.
“What
is it Bron?” he asked quietly. Bron bit her lip.
“It’s
nothing Ben, you can’t help me with this.” She said.
“It
must be something Bron, look at you! You’re getting to work late everyday, you
look awful and you won’t speak to me. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” Ben
put his arms on her shoulders.
“Look,
just leave it Ben,” She snapped. Bron got into her car. “But promise me
you’ll find someone else okay?” She closed the door and drove off before Ben
could ask what she meant. Ben walked to his car and put his head in his hands.
* * * * * * * * * *
Bron
walked through the door and slumped onto the couch. Connor walked in and stood
in front of her.
“Bron,
go to bed.” He demanded. She sat up.
“You’re
not my mother,” she said. Connor rolled his eyes.
“I
don’t want to have to make any more excuses for your coming to work late and
your bad attitude. Get some sleep,” Connor said and walked out of the room.
“You
won’t have to by tomorrow Connor,” she whispered but he was gone.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Bron,
it’s almost ten to eight. Jared’s already left and I’m going soon,”
Connor yelled from the kitchen. He didn’t hear any signs of the usual groans
and mumbling. “Bron? Do you want a lift or not?” He yelled and walked
towards her bedroom. “Bron?” he called and knocked on the door. No answer.
Connor opened the door and saw Bron lying still in her bed. He moved closer.
“Bron?” She didn’t move. He shook her shoulders. “Bron!” he yelled.
“Can you hear me?” He looked down to the floor and saw a bottle of sleeping
pills with some of the contents spilled out on the floor. The rest was missing.
“Oh shit!” He said. “Bron wake up!” She groaned.
“No,”
she mumbled. Connor sat her up.
“How
many did you take Bron?” he asked.
“Get
off,” she slurred and her head rolled back. Connor propped it up and pulled
her to her feet. He started walking her around the house to keep her awake.
“Bron
keep talking,” he said and walked over to the phone. He dialed triple zero and
asked for an ambulance.
“Wouldn’t
it be nice if I just could float away into the clouds and never come back,”
she giggled and tripped over. Connor put the phone down and pulled her up.
“No
it wouldn’t,” he answered back.
* * * * * * * * * *
Connor
heard the ambulance pull up. It was Ben and Scott. They came into the house.
“Bron!”
Ben saw her and ran over. “What happened? He asked Connor.
“She
tried to kill herself.” He said quietly. Ben stared at him. “Bron, what’s
going on?” He asked her. Bron’s eyes started to water but no tears came out.
“I
saw her emptying her locker yesterday.” Scott said. “And she was acting
really strange but I thought that, not something like this.”
“How
many did you take Bron?” he asked. Bron closed her eyes. Scott put an oxygen
mask on her face.
“Ben,
the closest hospital is All Saints,” he said.
“You
can’t take her there,” Connor debated.
“We
don’t have a choice Connor.” Ben lifted Bron onto the stretcher and took her
out to the ambulance. He got into the back. “Coming?” He asked.
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