omfg
this gets sadder but more brilliant by the second
please update... now

Aww poor Jess Hope everything will be ok.

Fab, yet again. xx

This is sooooo fabbbby

Cheers Harriet, KrisFisher<3 and //Dazzle\\ lol, and i know, it's going to get even sadder lol!!

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They got up to the ward and over in the corner, surrounded by tubes and machines, lay Jess’ mum, covered in bruises and blood stains. Jess felt her stomach lunge within her body. She felt sick, seeing her mum so defenceless and in such pain . . . Jess was lost for words. She let go off Kris’ hand slowly and walked over to her mum’s side. Her mum opened her blackened eyes. Jess realised how old her mum looked, for the first time in her life.

“Jess?”, Jess’ mum (Carol) said quietly, her voice so hearse and quiet, Jess could hardly hear.

“I’m here mum. . . I’m here”, Jess said, taking hold of one of her mother’s hands. Kris watched on, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Jess . . . My sweetheart”, Carol’s speaking was so delayed and hard to get out, she had pause after more or less every word.

“I’ve . . . There’s a . . . a letter . . . For y-y-you . . . In my bag

Jess looked under the bed and saw her mum’s bag. She looked in it and found the letter. She went to open it

“No!”, Carol tried to shout, but ended up coughing.

“It’s for you . . . I wrote it . . . Some of it . . . The nurse . . . Wrote some of it”, Carol had to stop to take a breath.

“I began it . . . In the. . . C-car”, she paused for a breath, “but it . . . Hurt . . . Too . . Too much”

Jess closed her eyes and shook her head ever so gently, trying to keep her tears back. There lay her mum, so critically ill, being so strong. Jess knew she to be too, no matter how hard it was.

This is fantastic
I mean sad but brillian
I am in tears almost here
I relly really need ou to update soon

Awwwww cheers Harriet lol and i'm sorry about almost making you into tears lol!

Next Bit - hopefully not too sad!

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“When . . . When you read . . The letter . . . Don’t”, Carol paused, re-gathering in her breath, “don’t think of me . . . As I am now . . . Think of me . . . From before”

“Mum . . “, Jess whispered

“Don’t Jessica. . . The letter . . . Is from me . . . And your d-dad”, By now Carol was barely keeping her eyes open and the machines were beeping.

“Jess?”, Carol managed to say one last thing, “Yes mum?” Jess whispered ever so softly, silent tears running down her face.

“Prom- promise. . . me something . . . Look after . . After Lucy for me . . . And tell her . . . I love her . . . And remember . . . I always love you . . . Too”, Carol’s voice wavered and then broke off, a last sigh of breath, of life leaving her body.

Her hand, enclosed within Jess; went cold and limp and the beeping of the defibrillator began to fade and slow. Jess found herself suddenly in a silent movie. Kris wasn’t. Jess couldn’t hear anyone else, not eve her self.

“Mum! MUM! MUM!”, Jess was shouting over and over again, each word ripped out a piece of Kris’ heart. It was killing him seeing her like that. He rushed to her side as nurse and doctors and surgeons surrounded Carol and rushed her out of the ward. Jess watched on, sobbing her heart out, screaming for her mum, struggling to get away from Kris’ grip. Deep down she knew it was too late, but up front, she kept on fighting, telling her self her mum was strong and that she would be stronger too, but deep down she knew . . . Jess already knew.

Oh this is so sad now Poor Jess.

Just read the new part and it's got worse Poor Jess *hugs*

Brilliantly written.

This is still brilliant
Please please give me more
I really really need more

OMG Jade what are you doing to me?!?!
That was so emotional....
Poor poor Jess *hugs*
I'm so glad she has Kris there ready for when she admits she needs him...

Cheers Harriet, Lianne and KrisFisher<3, the comments mean a lot !!

Sorry it took so long to post it up, i've only just finished writing this sec so it's kind of all off the top of my head, so sorry if it's bad!

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As her mum was whisked away, Jess collapsed an emotional wreck, into Kris’ arms. She sobbed, clutching the letter, now scattered with tear drops. She clutched it to her chest, her head buried in Kris’ body. Kris was at a loss at what to say or do. He was good with the sarky comments and the laughs and the jokes and the drinks but when to came to things like this, Kris really didn’t know what to do.

Jess eventually pulled away from Kris and looked up into his eyes. Gripping onto his arms, Jess spoke, so quietly and softly, Kris could hardly hear.

“She’s going to die, isn’t she”, Jess said. “Jess, don’t think like-”

“She knew”, Jess said, cutting across Kris, “she already knew. S-she wrote me a letter”,

She held the letter in her hands. Kris didn’t know what to say. Jess didn’t really expect him to answer. She was now just waiting for a doctor to come back and tell her the news every child has always dreaded to hear. Jess could picture how her mum had looked as she spoke her last words - Jess didn’t need a doctor to tell her that her mother had passed away.

Then, just as Jess was back in Kris’ arms a doctor walked down the corridor towards Jess

“Miss Harris?”, he asked

Jess nodded, her head emerging from Kris’ chest once more.

“I have bad news, I’m afraid”, the man said.

“My mum’s . . . dead, isn’t she?”, Jess asked, blinking back tears.

The doctor didn’t answer and looked lsihgtly confused

“No I-er I don’t know, I’m here about your father”, the man told Jess. He watched as her face turned to horror

“No!”, Jess shouted, her voice piercing Kris’ soul, the sadness in it made Kris come so close to tears.

“I’m sorry, Miss Harris, but he didn’t make it, I’m sorry”

He bowed his head a tad to Kris and walked off, leaving a hysterical Jess in Kris’ arms, the letter crunched up in her right hand. Jess was frantically banging her fists on Kris’ chest, sobbing and sobbing. Kris was trying to calm her down and just hold her, but how to console Jess he did not know. He could not imagine losing both his parents on the same day. It wasn’t to even think about . . .

OMG
This is so so so sad
Please write more it is so incredibly brilliant
I am in desperate need for more of this fic!!!!!

Awww Cheers Harriet !

This is the last bit tonight cos my mum's making me come off now lol but hope this bit's okay and more'll be up tomorrow!

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Jess eventually let Kris just hold her and she wanted Kris to hug away all of the pain she was feeling. She knew who she had to ring.

“I’ll be back in a minute”, she told Kris. Kris didn’t argue, he let her walk off, knowing she would come back when she was good and ready to.

She walked off outside the hospital and took out her phone. She tried to hold her voice and not cry on the phone.

“Hello, Penny? Yeah it’s Jess”

“Any news?”

Jess held her breath and began to tell Penny exactly what happened. Once again the tears came, thick and fast and it seemed the torture was only just beginning. . .

This is so brilliant (I know I'm repeating myself here lol)
Can't wait for you to update tomorrow

awwwww thankshoo Harriet lol - and repetition is good lol ! i think so anyway!!

Jade x x x

Wow, this is so emotional.
Brilliantly written.

OMG its soooooooo sad
Poor poor poor Jess.....and poor Kris coz he doesnt know how to help her...well there's nothing he can do except be there for her when she needs him...

Fab Jade xx

Cheers 4 all the comments !!

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“Penny, my dad’s died”, Jess said down the phone, amidst her tears. Penny went silent at the other end of the phone line. She, like Kris didn’t know what to say. Jess carried on, “They haven’t confirmed it yet, but, but, by the l-looks of it, so is mum. Penny, I don’t know I’m going to do”, Jess broke down in tears and slid down the wall outside the hospital.

“Jess darling, I don’t know what to say. Anything I did say, I know probably wouldn’t help anyway”, Penny’s words seemed to fumble around in her mouth. “Do you want to talk to Lucy?”

Jess hesitated and wiped her face from all the tears flowing down her cheeks. She looked at the letter in her hands. “No, not yet. There’s something I-I’ve got to do f-first”. Penny continued to talk, but once again Jess switched off. Penny ended the call before Jess realised she had gone.

She looked at the crumpled up letter in her hand and she stood up, not knowing what to do. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to read it. On the surface, she was still holding onto the little flicker of hope that her mother might yet make it through.

Kris however, was toying with his own mind. He felt so bad, letting Jess go off on her own but he realised she’d need some time alone as well. He could not imagine losing his whole family just like that. It made him realise that he’d have to come clean to his family because at the end of the day, they were who mattered the most.

Just as Kris was waiting around, thinking about Jess and about how we was going to tell his parents, a second doctor or surgeon, Kris wasn’t sure which one, came towards him. He was a lot older than all the other surgeons and spoke with a posher accent then the others.

“Excuse me”, he asked in his gruff posh voice, “Are you a friend of Miss Harris?”

Kris nodded, “She’s er”, he coughed trying to find his voice, “She’s just gone outside for a minute”

“On her own? Mr er . . .”

“Fisher, Kris Fisher. Yeah she’s alone, she had to make a phone call, to her little sister I think”

“Well, Mr, Fisher, when Miss Harris returns, could you ask her to come and find me please. I’m afraid we have some more news for her, and warn her that the police will be wanting to have a few words with her as well”

Kris nodded trying to take it all in. The police on top of everything else. Kris couldn’t see how Jess was going to cope with it all . . .

Amazing.
Poor Jess.

Cheers for all the comments !!

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Just as Kris left the corridor to go and meet Jess, Jess came back up, the letter still in her hands. Kris rushed over to her and embraced her, hugging her so tightly, afraid to let her go. In the morning, they had been bothered about celebrities in a stupid magazine and now they had to deal with all of this - Jess had to deal with all of this.

“Some man said he wanted to talk to you Jess and the police and zoe’s text me and I told her and. . . ”

Kris was talking so fast, Jess could hardly understand him. She just sobbed and sobbed into Kris’ arms. The old man, came into the corridor, just as Zoe, Zak and Elliot arrived through the other doors.

“Miss Harris? I expect Mr Fisher here told you I would be coming to find you”

Jess pulled her self away from Kris with such effort, it was heart breaking to see. Zoe burst into silent tears, Elliot stood around looking uncomfortable and Zak was at a loss of what to say. He palced an arm round Zoe and looked on at Jess.

“Miss Harris, your mother died in theatre, her immune system just couldn’t hold on and neither could her heart. We tried everything we could. I’m . . . I’m really sorry Miss Harris”

He paused for a minute or so, before talking again.

“Did you receive a letter?”, the man (Adam Linsted) asked. Jess nodded.

“Right, well I advise you to read it Miss Harris. When you’re done, perhaps Mr Fisher would come and see me, the police will need to talk to you. I understand you’ll need some time alone. I’ll eave you in peace for now”

The man rubbed Jess’ arm and left, the police officers along with him. Zoe, Zak Elliot and Kris were left in silence, Jess was still sobbing, but it had calmed down a lot. She took the crumpled letter from her hands and began to unfold it. She sat down on one of the chairs and held the letter in her hands. Zoe, made her excuses to go to the toilet and Zak went to go and get everyone some coffee. Kris sat down too, but Elliot seemed somewhat glued to the spot.

Jess closed her eyes, took a big deep breath in and began to read. She recognised the first section of the writing as her mum’s, all flowing and curled, sophisticated writing, only it was a lot more blotted than usual. Jess pictured her mum in such pain writing it.

To my darling Jessica.

Please read this to little Lucy, whenever you feel it appropriate. This letter is obviously addressed to you, so apologise to Luce for me

The time has now come for me, and your father to leave you two n your own, and I have to say it’s somewhat earlier than I think any of us ever expected. As I am writing this, I can feel my body failing, but you know me Jessica, I’m not one for sitting around doing nothing, not even, it seems, on my deathbed.

Jessica, I feel so cheated, is that wrong? We were in a car accident as you probably already know but it was not your father’s fault. Promise me you wont blame him. You never saw eye to eye, I am aware of that but when we were in the car, waiting to be rescued, he told me how proud he was of you and that he loved you. I know that you loved him too.

We were so lucky, my father and me, when Lucy came along, and despite the age gap, we were finally the happy family we had always dreamed of. She is, of course, too young to understand any of this which is why I’m asking you this Jessica. Look after Lucy for me. She can’t lose her whole family, not at this age. She needs you, she needs to be loved no matter what and only you can give her that.

The writing changed. Jess felt a twinge in her stomach. This must have been the point at which her mum had got too ill to continue.

These are still m words Jessica, just not my writing. Promise me that you’ll look after Licy from now on. I know it’s a lot to ask and I know it’ll be hard for you, but take her with you for me, please. I’m not asking you to be her mum, just be her sister and be yourself. Look after her, don’t give her to social services or a care home. Take her with you. Please Jessica, as my last wish, take her and keep her safe.

Never forget us sweetheart, we’ll never forget you

All my love Jessica

Mum x x x

Jess welled up again. The letter was too much. She held it in her hands and stroked her thumbs over it, her tear drops splattering al over the writing. Kris watched on feeling sick with pain and upset for Jess. Elliot’s face was streaming with tears. The scene was unbearable. . .

That letter nearly got me crying.
Brilliant.