Part 1: Far too much blood
Sam's perspective
22nd February 1997
When they told you a nurse had collapsed in the corridors you don't know what you expected. You definitely didn't expect this. You don't think you've ever seen this much blood before and you've definitely never seen this much blood coming from one source, one human. So you do what you always do in unfamiliar situations. You panic. Charlie is far more composed, he barks at you, telling you to get help and you do just that. It seems like the whole department end up helping, all crowding around this one small body; Jude's body. As they wheel her down the corridor you've just been sprinting up you cling hold of her hand and give her a sad smile, looking her straight in the eye. You see a look there you don't think you've seen Jude express properly before. Fear. She mumbles something incomprehensible and she's obviously panicking; that's something you can see without words and you realise she might not make it. You realise she probably won't make it and it strikes you that she could be gone. Forever. You might not see her properly again.
You don't know where the next few minutes go but you're soon in resus and your strain is obviously beginning to show; you knock things over and fail to complete basic tasks you could usually do in my sleep. But you're not asleep, you're perfectly awake and everything is a nightmare. A real-life nightmare in which you don't have the comfort of knowing that at some point you'll wake up and realise what you just experienced was all just happening in your mind. Instead you have the horror of knowing that you'll go to sleep, wake up and everything will still be real, still be happening. You can barely see her now, everyone has crowded around and they're trying to work out just how much damage the stab wound has caused, trying to confirm what it's affected and in their minds trying to work out her chances of survival, which at the moment seem incredibly slim. They're obviously having great difficulty doing so and it doesn't surprise you because the blood must be impairing their vision in some way or another, there's no way Jude's injuries are going to be clear cut.
'Matt' you say to yourself suddenly, finally thinking of something you can do that may actually be of use, that may actually help. And so you announce to the rest of resus 'I'll call Matt, he'll want to know, he deserves to know' you state and even though you get no response because they're all so tied up in treating Jude you know they heard you and you know they agreed with you. 'Right' you say, rushing out. You hesitate, wondering for a moment whether to call on Jude's phone or the hospital phone and eventually decide on using the hospital phone. Thankfully, there's no-one at reception so you can do it yourself without any interference. You press the green call button and, with a trembling hand, tentatively lift the phone up to your ear. 'Hi, Matt, is that you?'
Notes: I was watching back old episodes and eventually got to the episode 'Perfect Blue' which is when this is set, in case you hadn't guessed. Sam and Jude are two of my favourite characters of all time so I thought 'why not write a fic that involves them both?' and here is the result. I don't own the main bulk of the storyline or any of the characters and please review, I'm sorry it's so short, maybe part two will be a little longer but reviews always make my day and I promise to return the favour.