Forever Falling
Characters
Sam Nicholls
Tom Kent
Adrian 'Fletch' Fletcher
Scarlett Fletcher (Own Character for Fletch's Wife)
Squeal To Letting Go' (I suggest you read the story, so you know what's happened so far)
Don't Like The Pairing? Don't Read!
Who's gonna catch me when I fall, I'm forever falling.
'I said I was sorry!' Tom exclaimed
'Sorry not good enough Tom!' Sam replied back.
'It's not my fault you're incapable of feeling human emotion!' Tom retorted back, more angry than before.
'So now I'm an emotionless cold hearted cripple, really Tom it's nice to know what you think of me!' Sam snapped irritably and angrily
'Sam I didn't mean it like that' Tom protested
'No Tom you meant it. You wouldn't have said it otherwise' Sam replied. Before the door opened to the staffroom opened and it revealed Fletch.
'Is everything alright in here? You two have arguing for a good half an hour' Fletch asked before he looked at them two. He looked at Tom before looking at Sam, whose eyes were glistening with tears.
'Tom I think you should go and cool off mate' Fletch said
'Don't worry I'm going' he replied before he walked out the room slamming the door behind him.
Once he was gone Sam burst into tears. She wiped the tears away furiously.
'Sorry you have to see me in this state Fletch' Sam told him
'Sam it's perfectly normal to cry you know. It's normal to feel hurt and angry. I hope you don't mind but I overheard what Tom said. That was out of order' he said before he placed a finger under Sam's chin and began to wipe her tears away with his thumb.
'He meant it though' Sam replied.
'I don't think he did. We all say things we don't mean when we're angry. We wouldn't be human otherwise' Fletch said before he wiped away the remainder of few tears with his thumb, before Sam looked at him. He looked back at her.
'Thanks Fletch' Sam said with a half smile.
'A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be crying over an idiot like Tom' he replied.
'Trouble is. I think I love that idiot' Sam replied. Fletch chuckled.
'Have you told him?' he asked. Sam shook her head.
'I don't do, touchy feely' she replied
'I think you should tell him. But what I think you need more in a drink after work?' Fletch offered
'After the day I've had. I'm probably going to need something strong' she replied
'That's settle then. But now we're going to have to work. Patients to attend to' he announced, and Sam nodded. They both left shortly later.
A few more hours later it was the end of the shift. Sam hadn't bumped into Tom since the argument. To be fair. The hurt from his words had faded away thanks to Fletch telling her jokes, and stories about his children, this caused her to smile. And laugh a lot but it was something about Fletch that made her forget the argument with Tom.
Once changed from her scrubs, she met Fletch in reception and they both exited together. Down from the E.D and they entered inside taking a table around near the back. But wasn't far from the exit. As Sam sat down at a table. Fletch soon appeared carrying they're drinks and he handed Sam hers.
'You put on a good show. But I'm willing to bet your hurting more than your letting anybody see' he said looking at her. Sam didn't answer him, she just looked on.
'Am I wrong?' he asked. Again when Sam didn't answer him.
'I didn't think so' Fletch said.
'Just it leave it Fletch, Please?' Sam asked not really trusting herself not to stay in control of her emotions just as her phone rang and it wouldn't take a guess who was the caller.
'Are you going to answer that?' Fletch asked. He saw Sam shake her head.
'Want me to answer it?' he asked.
'You'll tell him to piss off no doubt' Sam replied. Fletch smirked.
'Oh Doctor Nicholls. You know me too well' he grinned before her phone rang again and before Sam could stop Fletch, he grabbed it from the table and answered the call.
'Hi Tom, no Sam will not be coming home. She is perfectly safe where she is. I suggest you leave her alone. You've caused enough drama today goodbye' Fletch told him and hung up before Tom could say a word. And he got a look from Sam.
'What exactly did you mean I wont be going home, where am I meant to sleep. In the streets' Sam said with sarcasm in her tone
'No, I'm taking you home' Fletch told her.
'What, back to yours?' Sam asked with a raised eyebrow
'No of course not. I'm going to get you hammered enough that you have a good time, and you forget the drama of today. Then I will take you home. That is if you're not a lightweight' he added
A couple of hours later, not long after midnight and to Fletch's point, Sam was hammered. And he escorted her over to the taxi rank and after reassuring the driver that there would be no sick. Fletch paid the cab driver to take Sam home.
Once the cab pulled away. He knew she was going to have a hang over the following morning. But he knew she would thank him, for doing her a favour. Taking her mind off her troubles.
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