Moonlight was seeping through the twilight clouds, which were overlooking the Clements household. The pearl light was creeping in through the blinds to the corridor, shimmering upon Kirsty's pale, porcelain skin.
"Warren, don't do this." She begged, her voice came out as barely a whisper.
"You dirty little bitch, how dare you text that doctor!" He hissed into her ear, as he clenched his hands around her neck, curling them tighter slowly.
Beating hard, her heart was trying its best to escape her chest. Her vulnerable physique trembled, as she silently sobbed. She couldn't take anymore. The bitter taste of tears filled her mouth, and dizziness was beginning to smother her. Crimson blood oozed from her new wounds, and trickled down her cheek, forming a small pool around her head.
Everything was dark now, the house was sleeping, but she couldn't sleep. Slowly, she lifted her weight onto her feet, trying to balance, as nausea tried to drown her. Carefully, she began to walk forward after regaining her balance, and she looked down. Areas of purple and green multiplied over her skin, causing a throbbing sensation. As quietly as she could, she closed the front door behind her, and ran. She needed to get away, as far away from that man as she could. She felt sick at the mere thought of him.
Gasping for breath, she stopped at the entrance to Holby City car park. Inside her chest, her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. Kirsty stood outside the Emergency Department for a few minutes, as she felt the early morning breeze fly through her hair, in relaxation. Finally, she decided to enter, unaware of how she looked.
"Kirsty?" Tess' eyes widened in horror at what had just crept into her vision.
"I'm fine Tess." She exclaimed. The light in the department made the dim bags under her eyes stand out, reflecting to her colleagues how much sleep the young nurse had received.
"Cubicle 7, now. No buts." Tess replied, knowing Kirsty wasn't fine at all. Concerned, she rushed into the cubicle after her, drawing the curtains before the team managed to catch sight. "What happened?" She questioned, worried about Kirsty's well being.
"Nothing. Look Tess, I said I'm fine!" She snapped, before jumping to her feet, flinching all of a sudden as a sharp pain dived through her side. Her eyes wide, evidently in serious pain, she lowered her fragile body back onto the bed. Tess' eyes remained set on Kirsty, her face showing clear signs of concern towards her colleague. They never really got on, but when it came down to it, Tess was a real motherly figure. Kirsty lowered her eyes to the floor, unable to meet Tess' vision.
"Look, Kirsty, I'm here to help you. If you don't want to tell me, fine, but at least let me get a doctor to examine you..."
Kirsty finally raised her head, locking her eyes with Tess'. They were chocolate coloured, but misty with tears. She blinked violently, in aid to get rid of them, but it was failing. "Fine." Kirsty finally let out, as she tightly clutched her side, trying to reduce the pain.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" She smiled warmly in her direction, trying to bring the nurses mood a little higher. Kirsty forced a small smile back, as Tess left the cubicle. She sat reflecting on what had just happened. Suddenly, worry flooded her, as she wondered how bad her injuries were. She was going to be examined by her colleague; her secret would be out sooner or later.