This is my first Casualty fic, and I've tried to make it stay as true to the characters as possible (hopefully I've managed it). If you spot any errors at allplease let me know, but other than that, enjoy :)
Doctor Sam Nicholls sat in the staff room, gingerly sipping at the source of desperately needed caffeine that she cradled in both hands. Sam did not notice anything strange about this image; she drank coffee in the staff room every morning before her shift began. However, as the much needed hot coffee burned down her sore throat, she began to realise that things weren't as they should be. Glancing around her, she took in the complete emptiness of the room, the lack of any sort of buzz, which there normally was. Sam felt the silence pressing in on her, both deafening and suffocating her. "Something is wrong", she whispered to herself. "Something's wrong…"
Instantly alert, she looked around the room more carefully, looking for signs of disturbance, anything to show that she was not the only one to have been in the room that morning. She found nothing. "Strange…" she pondered aloud, shifting her now empty mug aimlessly from hand to hand. "Even when I'm early there's always someone here." Sam sat down again on the large plush sofa in the corner of the room and rested her head on the arm, at the same time receiving a painful reminder of the headache that had been plaguing her every waking moment for as long as she could remember. Sighing resignedly, she closed her eyes, in the vain hope that she might be able to get some rest before the others arrived, an escape from the dull throb for just a short while. But this wasn't to be. Suddenly Sam found herself thrust painfully back into the events of the night before.
Sam whipped around as the sound of a gunshot crackled in the air around her, every muscle in her lean body tensed as she instinctively allowed herself to fall to the ground. "Get DOWN!" She hissed viciously at her frightened looking colleague, dragging him to the ground beside her. "Do you want to be killed?!"
"Sam…" He moved closer to her and she felt a gentle hand rest on her small of her back, turning her around, before another cupped her chin; raising her head. "What do you think you're doing?!" Sam had practically screamed at him, making no secret of her rage. "DO YOU WANT TO GET US KILLED!?"
"Sam, it's ok…" His voice shook with fear, but was still soft. It had felt strangely comforting in the midst of battle. "They're gone Major Nicholls, we got rid of them…"
"Good…" Sam had replied as she began to notice the blurring of her eyes, something she had put down to the dust and heat, was becoming worse. "We'll make a soldier of you yet, Keogh", she had smiled, reaching up to pat his shoulder, before the world went black.