“Now look what you have done, your scaring her! It’s okay Spencer.” I shot Paula a withering glare, one of my best but my attention was quickly drawn back to my beloved blonde.

I brushed my fingers gently across the back of her hand, trying to offer some form of unobtrusive comfort. I didn’t know what else to do.

I felt a sob bubble up inside when she pulled her hand away from my fingers ever so slightly.

Mr C pulled the car up and motioned for us to get in. After a brief battle of wills between Paula and I (albeit silently) I climbed into the back with Spencer after Mr C not so gently suggested that Paula sit in the passenger seat.

The car ride was silent back to the loft.

I watched Spencer carefully as she stared out the window.

Mr C watched us both through the review mirror.

The uneasy feeling in my stomach still hadn’t subsided. I don’t know what is going to happen when we get back to the loft and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to help her. I have absolutely no idea.

We pull up and park and I quickly get out and run round to Spencer’s side in case she wanted my help getting out. I noticed her struggling on the way in, her injuries were obviously giving her a lot of problems and I just wanted to help in any way I could.

I saw her wince multiple times as she slowly manoeuvred her legs around, and I reached out my hand. She looked up at me and I saw her take a deep breath before she reached out and grabbed it.

I used all my strength to practically lift her out of the car so that she didn’t move too much and aggravate her back or the pain…the pain between her legs.

She smiled gratefully as she balanced herself. And we slowly made our way towards the loft. Paula huffing quietly behind us while Mr C kept her in check.

He also held her back slightly when we reached and unlocked the loft door.