Author Note: This is a first draft and is yet to through the editing process.

Hospital Manchester- Present Day

Charlie lay motionless in his hospital bed with his dark curls spread against the pillow and his long lashes closed, he looked so peaceful.

Lavinia couldn't take her eyes off him; he looked alive now, not like the waxwork dead thing she had brought back to life on the beach.

When the paramedics and brought him to the hospital and the doctors were finished with the tests they told Charlie and Lavinia how if it hadn't been for her actions on the beach he would have died. Later that afternoon Charlie was moved from the local hospital in Marxby to the hospital in Manchester where February works. Lavinia was grateful he had been moved, grateful they were almost home. Charlie had fallen asleep shortly after his Manchester doctor had visited, telling him he would be fine.

Lavinia didn't sleep, but watched, she guarded Charlie all night resting her head on the edge of his mattress, she watched him and as he continued to breathe Lavinia continued to relax but she would never forget how he looked on that sand.

Charlie, her protector, her friend, had looked cold and dead and alone and she had put him in that position, it was her fault he was hurt, she would never forgive herself for this.

Charlie's eyes opened, they flickered and focused for a moment eventually landing on Lavinia.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," Lavinia cried her hand reaching out and touching his arm.

Charlie sighed when he looked at her, her sunny face looked so dark, so full of despair, "don't fuss, you silly thing, look at me, I'm fine aren't I?"

Charlie opened his arm out to Lavinia as an invitation and she, without hesitation climbed into his embrace. Charlie whispered to Lavinia and she whispered back nothing more than more sorry's and Lavinia's eventual relief and realisation that Charlie was going to be okay.

There was a peace to the room, they could hear the busy hustle and bustle from the rest of the hospital ward but behind their curtain, to them, in seemed almost impenetrable. They stopped whispering and Charlie held her tighter than he had been before and Lavinia responded careful not to hurt his battered body.

"What do think it means?" Charlie said suddenly breaking their silence.

"What?" Said Lavinia.

"What I saw when I was drowning, what I heard? What I know you have dreamt about?"

"Follow the sunflowers, Charlie," said Lavinia.

Charlie let out sigh.

"Yes," he said.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling you're going to find out," said Lavinia rolling further onto his body.

They knew their peace couldn't last forever, and it ended abruptly when Lavinia's parents pulled back the curtain with such rage and such vigour that Charlie thought it was going to come tumbling from the rail.

George's face was covered in a cloudy rage when he saw Lavinia and Charlie's embrace.

"Get off my daughter," cried George storming across the room he grabbed for Lavinia's wrist and tried to pull her away from Charlie. She sat up, horrified, she had never seen George in a temper before. "George, what are doing?" Lavinia cried.

"Don't you George me, you leave for two days, almost three, no word, not even a text and you turn up here, you know your mother wanted to call the police?"

Lavinia sat up further.

"What?" She cried.

"That's right, that got your attention didn't it?"

Charlie could barely move there wasn't anything he could do to stop the altercation currently taking place around his bed although he had to admit he thought George and Anna knew where Lavinia was.

"You..."George spat at Charlie.

"So help me if you weren't in a hospital bed,"

Lavinia got off the bed and confronted George.

"He hasn't done anything," Lavinia.

George laughed a furious laugh.

"Hasn't done anything? Lavinia he is... no was, your doctor, he took advantage of a venerable girl, you think we'd let you see him again?"

"George, no you can't do this,"Lavinia cried as George began to pull her from Charlie's room.

Anna entered the room her face red and blotchy with rage.

"Don't argue Lavinia," and that's all she said but there was a cold edge to her voice that said all she needed to say.

Suddenly Charlie realised how sinister it  was, George and Anna penetrating the name into her, trying to make her this person she could never be, it was impossible for her to be Lavinia, that required her to change the fundamentals of who she was.

George had her by one arm, Anna by the other and they were dragging Lavinia away from Charlie's room, she fought them but it was no use.

"Charlie," she cried tears streaming down her pale face.

From his bed, Charlie wished he could stand and snatch her away from them but he could not, he couldn't do anything but mouth the word "Dolly," as she was pulled away from him.

Tears ran down his own face as his heard her screaming his name in the hospital corridor.

"Charlie, Charlie," she cried.

The last thing Charlie heard was Anna's bitter cry telling Lavinia she could never see him again.

~

Sometime later February arrived on Charlie's ward he had only just heard about Charlie and Lavinia's accident as he had been in surgery. When he finally got his messages he ran straight downstairs asking one of the other doctors to cover for him shouting a brief explanation of what had happened.

His younger brother made a sorry sight, battered and bruised and lacking his usual lustre and life February leered over his bed angrily he had warned him about that red-haired patient of his, how could he have let it get this far.

February felt a mixture of love and relief for his brother March and fury and rage.

February was close friends with the shop girl Tara on his ward, she was there when he got the call about his brother's accident and as she hurried him out of her shop she thrust some flowers into his hands. "Give them to your brother," she had said.

What good would flowers do? February had thought but Tara was so good and kind he could not deny her this gesture, so he smiled and ran to March's ward. March opened his eyes and saw his brother looking at over him "You didn't need to come," he said.

February said nothing at first, he stepped forwards and felt the fury rise up in him. "You idiot," February cried his voice cross and hard and he threw Tara's flowers at his brother.

The flowers scattered over his bed and on the floor, they surrounded him.

They were Sunflowers.

Charlie was surrounded by Sunflowers.

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