It's been 4 hours since Quinn went into surgery to have her left Fallopian tube and ovary removed. I decided to stay at the hospital just in case she came out of the operating theatre early. We ran through the procedure with her usual doctor John first. He explained that they would remove the tumour and surrounding tissue but leave the uterus and right side intact if she wanted to try and have children down the track.

"Because you had chemotherapy at 17 your chances of having children has been lessened by 50% already. Removing one Fallopian tube and ovary will decrease the chance of your falling pregnant by a further 25% which means you will only have a 25% chance of actually falling pregnant if you try." John tried to explain to Quinn that he would much rather take everything out in a debulking surgery than leave half her reproductive organs in for such slim chance of future pregnancy. I fucken hated kids, but my heart actually broke for her a little. Her face dropped a slightly, but only for a second before she sat up straight.

"John, I appreciate your concern but even if you said I had a 0% chance of getting pregnant I would still want to try when I'm ready to have kids. I believe anything is possible." She explained while she signed the forms, a look of concentration on her face.

The thought of children was never something that crossed my mind until Quinn fell sick with this cancer. It's forced me to have to think about it since I want to be the only one she's with from now until we grow old together. If it was anyone else I probably would have run out of the hospital and freaked out stressing over having a mini me running around. She didn't ask my opinion on the matter but I know by the way she watched me for my reaction in the doctors office that she wants that to be a part of her future. That was a conversation for another day, life was getting heavy enough as it was.

I didn't realise I was nodding off until someone patted me on the shoulder. I jerk awake and wipe the drool from my mouth.

"She's out and in recovery if you want to see her. She's still groggy from the anaesthetic but doing fine." The doctor stuffed his face mask into the front pocket of his blue scrubs. I stood up and stretched my back from side to side to try and get the feeling back into my ass.

"It looks like we got it all but we'll have to follow up with a tissue sample in a few weeks time just to make sure." He informed, holding my gaze.

"What happens if there's still more in there?" I asked, hesitantly. The doctor brings his mouth to one side and tilts his head slightly.

"Well, then we would have to remove all her reproductive organs and give her rounds of chemotherapy. But lets not cross that bridge until we get to it. She's a tough one. I'm sure she'll be fine." He gives me a quick pat on my shoulder along with a reassuring smile and leads me to the recovery room

I poke my head inside the door and see her snuggled up underneath the hospital blankets.

"Hey AmicaMea." I whisper, hoping I don't wake her if she is in fact asleep. I see a warm smile start on her lips so I enter quietly and sit beside her bed.

"Hey you." She croaked weakly. Her voice sounded hoarse like her throat was sore. I gently pressed my hand to her throat, caressing it softly.

"How you feeling? You sound sore. Is there anything I can do?" I try to slow my speech but I can hear it coming out a million miles an hour. She just shakes her head and her eyes flutter open. I'd never been so grateful to see her ocean blue eyes on me.

"I'm good. I woke up when the tube was still down my throat and they were pulling it out so that was fun." She laughs weakly and places her hand over mine. I wince at the thought. Sounds like something from a bad nightmare you try to wake yourself up from.

"I know what you can do for me... you can go home and get some rest baby... I mean... Mase. I'm gonna be sleeping all day from what it feels like. I can text you when I'm awake if you want." I said, running my hand through his hair since he was practically almost face down on the bed looking exhausted. I could tell just by his posture that the stress had made him more tired than usual. Hw started to groan in protest but I put my hand over his mouth and shooshed him.

"I want you to be fully rested when you drive me out of here so you don't veer off the road and crash, okay?" I tried from another angle. He paused and was silent for a minute while I watched his eyes contemplating.

"Okay miss smarty pants. I'll be back once I take a really really short nap... whether you text me or not." He pointed as if he was lecturing me.

"Okay granny, go take your nanna nap. I'll see you when I wake up." I smiled looking at him through half shut eyes desperately trying to keep them open so I could perve on him one last time before he left. The last thing I remember is his kiss on my lips and I was out like a light.

My head was thumping when I reluctantly opened my eyes and found a dark hospital room.

That's right, I had the operation. What time is it?

I picked up my phone from the bedside table and read 2:22am. The pain killers must be wearing off because I feel bruised all over. Being in hospital like this makes me feel nostalgically sick. I hated being in the hospital, regardless of hoe brave I made myself out to be.

I fumbled around the side of the hospital bed for the nurse on call button and pressed it with what little strength I had. I watched the crimson light flick on outside my room and gently relaxed back into the bed and let my mind wander over the past few months.

Mason... Lexi and Zach... Me. After everything that's happened this year so far I can safely say that my feelings for Mason have only gotten stronger.

A pit began to form in my stomach formed as I began to realise that there was something in my life that I really wanted with all of my heart and soul and I was ready to fight for it.

"Well Ms Eden, we meet again." I open my eyes and let my vision focus on the figure of a man standing at the end of my bed. Slowly his features become more sharp and as realisation hits me my breath catches.

"Chris?" My voice wavered, betraying me. He clasped the clipboard with my information in his hands and smirked as his beady eyes skimmed over the personal information.

"You know what I don't like? Little bitches ratting me out and putting me out of work definitively." His eyes shot up and bored into me making me squirm. The corner of his mouth curled upwards as he let out a small growl.

"How are you not in jail?" I blurted out, not having any self control.

"It helps to have friends, or in my case family in high places. How else do you think I can run my R rated parties without so much as slap on the wrist? Gotta love having a cousin in the police force." He chuckled and sat down on the bed making it sink and me slide closer towards him. My body leaned away in repulse at this disgusting excuse for a man... for a human.

"Well what do you want? It's hardly like you to come and visit a stranger in hospital." I scowled trying to stand my ground and show him I wasn't afraid of him. The truth was that I was petrified.

"A buddy was brought in after a drug deal gone wrong so I came to see what the damage was. I just so happened to see your name on the paperwork outside this door so I just had to come and say hi..." He paused and leaned in closer so his stubble was prickling against my cheek.

"You lost me a lot of money, so I think it's only fair that you make a deal with me to repay your debt." His hand snaked underneath the thin sheet and up my thigh. I slapped his hand and pushed him away weakly, my stitches throbbing.

"I'm not a whore. I have morals." I turned to face him and looked him square in the eyes.

"No matter how hard you try, I will never come to you willingly. So fuck off." I spat in his face, my whole body trembling with anger.

He wiped his hand over his face in one swipe and cocked an eyebrow.

"Well I have a proposition for you honey. You say you'll never come to me willingly but I beg to differ. I think I can give you an offer you wont be able to refuse." His words had me on edge.

What could he possibly say that would make me change my mind? Absolutely nothing, I'm sure of it... right?

"We all know how smitten Mason is over you. I'd hate to see him in jail for life for trafficking and dealing to some kids who have been recently found dead from tampered drugs." His face contorted into the only thing I could explain as pure evil.

"There's no way Mason would have dealt for you. He would never do that!" I said loudly, hoping a nurse would come soon and tell Chris to leave. I nervously pressed the button again over and over underneath the blanket to make sure.

"That's where you're wrong baby. Mason came to me asking where a girl was a few years back. I told him if he delivered one package for me I'd show him where she was. Of course he was quick to accept without even asking what was in the package. All the cops will see is a video of Mason delivering drugs to a big time underground drug smuggler." Sweat began to drip from my brow as my heart started palpitating. A laugh exploded from the pit of Chris' stomach. He sat on the bed slapping his knee in hysterics.

"I know that look anywhere. You're in love! Well luckily that plays to my advantage." His fingers gripped my face rigidly and he drew closer to me to whisper.

"You come to my place in a week when you're healed for me to relieve some sexual tension on or I rat out your precious Mason. It's really up to you. His fate is in your hands."

His words chilled my blood and I couldn't move. Fear had completely rendered my body useless as he stuck his tongue out like a snake and licked the edge of my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard I began to see white specks. My body was too sore and weak to pull away from his brut strength, so I did the only thing I could.

I gently slid the catheter out of my arm and pointed it towards Chris.

"Get the fuck off my bed before I insert this into your dick several times and make you scream like the little bitch you are." My voice threatened to give my false confidence away, almost wavering as I finished my sentence. I hoped to God that Mason could hear the conversation through my phone I had called him from and snuck underneath my blankets when Chris was flicking through my doctors notes.

Please Mason, I need you right now.