Hello there. Well, it's been a long time; over a year in fact. I feel so bad and I'm so sorry to those who regularly reviewed this fic and were waiting for an update. My last year of school was just so busy but now I'm finished and looking forward to doing English and French at uni in September. I really wanted to update this and so here it is.

In case you've forgotten, which you probably have, in the last chapter, Ronnie's daughter Mia (my own character that I've created) is in hospital after the brain tumour that she has, caused her to have a near fatal seizure. Ronnie was making her way back to her daughter's room when she accidentally ran into someone. And that someone was in fact Jack Branning who she hasn't seen in 4 years. Dun dun dun!

Again, apologies to those who were waiting for an update for this and I really hope to upload new chapters on a regular basis. So here you, Chapter 11 of Please Save My Angel! If you like it, please review but feel free to also give constructive criticism.

P.S. Remember that this is meant to be set before the whole plot with James and Peggy leaving and everything. So Archie is dead, James was never born and all the Mitchells still live in Walford, including Peggy.

"Ronnie, is that really you?" Jack asked, speaking in almost a whisper, blinking continually as if unable to believe what he was seeing. He hadn't seen this woman in so long and now here she was, standing in front of her. She really hadn't changed since the last time he saw her and she was still just as beautiful. His heart was pounding furiously. Why on earth was she at a children's hospital?

"What are you doing here, Ron?" was the first question that escaped his lips.

"Jack…I…" Ronnie spluttered. Where the heck was she supposed to begin? All those painful memories that haunted her at night came flooding back, making anger and sadness bubble up inside her until she could no longer stand it. "I can't do this,"

Without even saying goodbye or questioning why Jack himself was at a children's hospital, Ronnie sprinted up the shiny corridor, not caring if she slipped on the newly polished floors. She knew she had to get away from there. She couldn't be forced to remember what had happened. She didn't want to remember. Never again would she be made to endure all that.

She could hear Jack calling her name and people staring as she ran round the corner to Mia's room. She prayed that her daughter was still asleep so that she couldn't hear her mum crying.

"RONNIE! Wait!" called Jack. He was coming after her. He was still just as stubborn as he was four years ago. He was going to catch her and everything would be exposed. Everything would have to be explained. But something entirely different made her stop dead.

"MUMMY!" A deadly shriek echoed from the other side of the long corridor. Ronnie recognised her daughter's voice instantly but terrifyingly, this wasn't a normal call for attention. That scream went right through Ronnie as if she could almost feel her daughter's pain. Machines began to bleep furiously as she made it to Mia's room. She was shaking violently in her bed, more so than she had been at the flat. Her eyes began to roll back in her head and the blood wouldn't stop flowing from her nose and mouth.

"Mia," Ronnie cried, at first trying to act calm but the blood just wouldn't stop and she couldn't help but scream as the little girl started to fall out of bed with the force of the fit. Doctors soon rushed in at the sound of the machines and Ronnie was dragged out the room by a frantic nurse. This has happened on so many occasions before but never like this. Never had Ronnie started to cry so uncontrollably at the sight of her daughter's deteriorating condition that she couldn't bring herself to stop.

She backed up against the wall but the force of her screams and tears meant she couldn't make herself stand up and she started to fall to the ground, her whole world collapsing before her.

She heard herself cry "my baby" over and over again at the thought that this might be it. This might be the time that her illness finally claimed her life. She hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye. And now she was going to lose her.

Ronnie began to slide further and further to the ground, her nails scratching against the colourful wall, her legs completely giving way. That was until she felt someone pick her and force her into their arms.

At first she was confused. Was she dreaming? Had her massive outburst knocked her out? She couldn't bear to look up to see what the doctors were doing to Mia but there was no denying that scent that surrounded her; the after shave that she used to buy him for Christmas every single year as one of his stocking fillers.

"It's alright Ronnie…They've got her…She's safe…" whispered Jack, nestling Ronnie deeper into her shoulder, never wanting to let her go. She was safe in his arms now and Jack wanted to make sure that he never lost the love of his life ever again.

Ronnie carefully stroked Mia's hand as she always did when she fell into a deep sleep. That last fit had definitely been her worst to date but the doctors had intervened at exactly the right time and managed to save her. It had been so frightening. Ronnie was still breathing heavily from the worry that she could possibly have lost her little girl if they hadn't acted so quickly.

She was dreaming in her own little world until a cup of tea appeared beside her on the table next to Mia's bed. Jack was back.

"You alright?" Jack asked, but he regretted asking such a stupid question the minute he said it.

Ronnie said nothing and instead continued to watch over Mia as if she thought another fit would start without her watchful gaze.

"Ron…I…"

"Do you really want me to have to explain this…?" Ronnie hissed, so as not to wake Mia up.

"I'm sorry Ronnie but…" Jack hesitated.

"What?" she replied furiously.

"It has been four years,"

"Jack. You do realise she almost died...I nearly lost her tonight."

"I know and I'm so sorry" He paused for a few minutes before uttering "so she is yours?"

Ronnie sighed and looked Jack in the eyes for the first time in ages. Classic Jack. Always asking the most stupid and yet awkward questions at the wrong time.

"Yes, she's my daughter. Her name's Mia and in case you hadn't noticed, she has a deadly brain tumour that could kill her at any second…" Ronnie spat, pushing the chair back and squaring up to Jack. "So I'd appreciate it if you'd leave before she wakes up…what are you even doing here, Jack?"

Jack was scarcely taking all of this in. He'd just been reunited with the love of his life, only to find out that she had a daughter that no one knew about and who was seriously ill. His head was spinning and he had so many questions to ask but he knew he had to keep the peace to get straight answers out of her: "I needed to pick up some antibiotics for Amy. This was the nearest place I could get them."

Ronnie's heart thumped at the mention of her niece's name. "Amy….oh my gosh, is she okay?" Ronnie's eye began to blink furiously to fight back tears.

"She's fine. She just needs specialist medicine for a chest infection," Jack sighed. He turned back to Mia. "Clearly not as serious as the state of this little one...how old is she anyway, like 2 or 3?

Ronnie opened her mouth but a nurse entered to check Mia's temperature.

"Sorry to interrupt," a quiet voice muttered. It was Abby. "But we think Mia will need to stay with us for a few more nights so we can monitor her condition."

Ronnie sighed and thanked her for informing her. She walked over to her bag and checked the stuff she had for Mia. Nowhere near enough pairs of pyjamas. She zipped the bag shut furiously.

"Everything alright?" Jack questioned, hating seeing her in such distress.

"Fine," she uttered angrily. "I just need more clothes for her, that's all."

Jack could still read her like a book. "You don't want to leave her though do you?"

Ronnie stared at him. "She's just had a near-fatal fit, so clearly not."

"Okay, okay, it's fine. Calm down," he said gently, speaking softly to her. "I could go," he offered.

Ronnie looked puzzled.

"We haven't seen each other in four years and you're offering to go shopping for me,"

"You look exhausted Ron. I haven't seen you in so long and I can already tell that you're struggling. I just want to help." he sighed, trying to reconcile. He knew that Ronnie would probably never forgive him but he had to try and get sensible answers from her.

"Classic Jack, always wanting to get into people's good books to get what he wants."

He looked confused. Ronnie took one last glance at Mia and dragged Jack by the arm out into the corridor.

"Don't pretend that you're not playing a game here, Jack. I know you too well," she hissed, poking him in the arm with her long, pointy nail.

"What the heck are you talking about; I'm just trying to help you, you won't even tell me what age Mia is or how I can help" he shouted back.

"This is one of the reasons why I left, Jack, why do you have to make things so difficult, for God's sake?" Ronnie spat, getting more and more agitated.

"Well do you think you could do the decent thing and actually tell me what those reasons were exactly? Tell me Ronnie, why haven't you got in contact with me for four years, huh?

Ronnie fell silent. Why did she have to see Jack again? Why did all these painful memories have to come rushing back? Why was he forcing her to remember?

Sorry that this chapter isn't that great. I'm a little bit rusty and probably rushed it. I will gladly take constructive criticism because I'm just trying to get back into character and would love to know what I could work on. Hopefully future chapters will be better and I'll get back into the story.

Thanks for reading and please review

Love Erin xxx