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    Sharon dialled 999. ‘What are her injuries, Billy? They’re asking me what’s happened to her.’ Receiving no reply, she handed the receiver to him.
    ‘Just fucking hurry up, will yer?’ he told the ambulance service. ‘She’s over eight months pregnant.’
    Putting on her dressing gown, Sharon ran next door to help her friend. As soon as she saw Debbie, she put her hand over her mouth in shock. The poor little cow looked like she’d gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson.
    ‘You bastard, how could you do this to her?’ Sharon screamed at Billy.
    ‘I didnae do nothing! She was putting the rubbish out … she slipped and fell down the stairs.’
    ‘You lying fucking cunt,’ Sharon said, through gritted teeth. ‘You keep away from her, Billy McDaid, do you hear me? I’ll go to the hospital with Debs. She needs you like she needs a hole in the head.’
    Billy put his head in his hands then sobbed like a baby. ‘I’m so sorry, Debs,’ he said, stroking her bloodied hand.
    Debbie was in too much shock to speak. Instead, she nodded dumbly.
    Sharon carried her sleeping children into Donna’s, who lived the other side of Debbie. Donna was only too glad to look after the kids and be of help. She liked Debbie, she really did, and couldn’t believe what she was being told.
    Sharon ran back into Debs’s flat and pressed the release button on the buzzer to let the ambulance men in downstairs.
    ‘Get away from her,’ she said vehemently as she noticed Billy stroking her friend’s battered face.
    Knowing when he was beaten, and not wanting to face the wrath of the ambulance men, Billy took her advice. Still sobbing, he grabbed his fags and lighter and bolted down the stairs to spill his guts to Andy.
    The ambulance men took one look at Debbie and glanced knowingly at one another.
    ‘I fell down the stairs,’ she managed to mumble.
    Yeah, right, they each thought.
    Inside the ambulance, Sharon held Debbie’s hand and assured her that everything was going to be okay. ‘You’re going to be just fine, Debs, and so is that little baby of yours.’
    Debbie was given some oxygen to help with her breathing. Sharon felt so sorry for her friend as she noticed her tears dripping on to the stretcher.
    Once at the hospital, Debbie was classed as an emergency.
    ‘You’ll have to wait here,’ Sharon was told as her friend was rushed off surrounded by doctors.
    As she sat down on an uncomfortable plastic chair, Sharon wished she had asked Debs if there was anyone she could contact for her. She knew Debs had a mum and a brother but didn’t have a clue where they lived. Debbie rarely spoke about either of them. Sharon had only known Debs a matter of months but liked her immensely. She was funny, genuine and honest and certainly deserved a lot more from life than the no-good-bastard she had got herself entangled with. She had been looking forward so much to the birth of her baby and had spoken of little else over the past couple of months. Sharon prayed the opportunity of becoming a mother wasn’t about to be cruelly taken away from her.
    Meanwhile, Doctor Agomonga pulled his colleague to one side and explained that there was something wrong with Debbie’s breathing, possibly due to damage to her lungs. The baby was also a major concern as they could only detect a faint heartbeat.
    ‘Miss Dawson is adamant we put the baby first. I think we must perform a caesarean section, deliver the child, and sort the patient’s breathing out afterwards.’
    Debbie asked to speak to her friend alone for a few seconds, before they wheeled her to theatre.
    Sharon put on a gown, washed her hands in some surgical disinfectant and went in to face Debbie. She spoke faintly, her breathing laboured.
    ‘I’ve told the doctors that I’ve no next-of-kin, so if they need anything signed, I’ve given permission for you to do it. If anything happens to me, I want you to contact my brother Mickey. His number’s in my purse. You’ve still got my