AN - So here is the sequel to what difference does it make, thank you for all you kind words at the end and thank you to everyone who had followed/Favorited me just in the last hour or so, I didn't think I had that many fans! I Hope you enjoy this Fic - Now I'm going to watch Children in Needs Rocks! Pj Day at work tomorrow for CinN Thats going to be fun!. Enjoyxx
Only time will tell
"You know you really shouldn't be in work, your 8 months pregnant. I can find cover" Dad complained when I walked through the ED doors but I wasn't going anywhere 8 months pregnant or not I could see they needed my help they were already short staffed and I wasn't going to let the side down because of my little beans, it was hard enough convincing Tom to let me leave the house this morning and come to work with him. Ever since the accident last week no one and I mean no one wants me at work, not even Charlie he normally understands. I mean it's not like it's a big deal and all I fainted because I was over tired but no apparently now I'm not allowed to do anything Tom won't even let me cook dinner anymore and I'm fed up of being treated like a child.
"Daddy I don't care I could be ready to pop but I will still help you, the ED is Chaos and you need all the help you can get." I argued.
"But Sam, your Dad's got appoint he can get cover" Tom said sternly.
"Why are you taking his side, argh this is so annoying, if you won't let me work I'm not leaving and will just hang around in your way so it's up to you really?" I told them grinning. Dad and Tom just looked at each other with the same look on their face as if to say 'she's won'
"Why not just let her work, Sam is clever enough to take a break if she feels tired and well we could really do with the help now not when the agency feels like sending someone down" Ash said backing my corner.
"Alright, Sammy you can help but only if you promise to take 15 minute breaks regularly and if you have a stressful patient you are to hand them over" Dad gives in.
"Thanks Daddy" I say giving him a hug and I shoot a smile to Ash before skipping off to the staffroom to get change into scrubs, I need to wear men's large ones just to get the top to stretch over my bump which I must say is rather big now and they are both playing football with my bladder all day everyday so it more than likely I will be running to the toilets every 15 minutes. My little baby beans who would have thought it eh Sam Nicholls a mum… Well not me anyway. Before I got to engrossed into my thoughts there was a knock at the door.
"Dylan is asking for your professional opinion and skill" Fletch said poking his head around the door.
"Where is he?" I asked standing up.
"Cubicles, there's a builder who has managed to shot an industrial staple into his colleagues shoulder and it is lodged in the shoulder blade" Fletch explains.
"Right, tell him I will be there in a minute, the beans have me otherwise engaged I told him running off towards the toilets and I heard Fletch chuckle to himself as we went back to cubicles.
After my sprint to the toilets I headed to see Dylan in cubicles.
"Fletch said you required my expertise's" I said walking into cubicles.
"Umm yer, take a look at this" Dylan said coldly handing over a scan and eyeing up my bump, he's been so distant with me since we announced the pregnancy over 5 months ago now but I guess being my ex-husband and all it must be hard. I examined the scan closely and thinking over every option.
"The best option would be to leave it where it is and just patch up the puncture wound; if we were to try and operate to remove it we would risk him losing the use of his arm" I explained handing it back over "Is that all?" I questioned.
"Well maybe you would like to break the bad news" Dylan asked.
"No I wouldn't but I guess I have no choice" I said rolling my eyes and heading over to him.
"Mr Thompson" I said making my presence known.
"No offence love, but who are you?" He asked.
"Dr Nicholls, Sam. Dr Keogh had to take another patient to theatre, but I have your results" I explained.
"And I'm supposed to believe anyone in your current state can possibly be a doctor" He said laughing.
"Current State? I'm pregnant not incompetent and I have more experience than any of the other doctors in your case but if you don't want my help so be it" I said angry and threw his papers on to the floor before walking off in a strop.
"Sam what's happened?" Tom questioned.
"Nothing but where's Dylan" I shouted.
"Dylan, not a clue buts what's wrong Sam, something's upset you, I can tell" Tom questioned again but I ignored him and walked off, Tom sped up behind and grab my arm spinning me around "What's wrong" He added and I just couldn't help myself and started to cry.
"His Patient, apparently I can't be a doctor because I'm pregnant" I told him crying.
"Oh Sammy, don't listen to him, you are an amazing doctor and always will be pregnant with our amazing little baby beans or not" Tom said stroking my back.
"Do you really think so?" I questioned.
"Of course, this has only upset you because for the last few weeks you have been an hormonal wreck but I love you no matter what and I can handle your mood swings" Tom admitted.
"I love you too Tom, sorry for being all over the place" I told him.
"Don't worry about it, now how about we go see that patient of yours" Tom said.
"I' not sure I can, I need to tell him some results that he probably don't want to hear" I explained and slowly released my grip.
"Well, I will tell him but you're coming with me" Tom said, I just rolled my eyes and followed him.
"Right Mr Thompson, sorry for the delay but Dr Nicholls wanted a second opinion and I trust what she is saying and that is that we leave the staple where it is because if we were to remove there is a risk you will lose the use of your arm. Now take that from someone who has many years of wounds similar to yours as Sam worked as an Army medic for many years before coming to Holby" Tom explained.
"Yet she wanted a second opinion? And who are you?" Mr Thompson asked.
"She wanted a second opinion on the scan because it wasn't very clear and I am Dr Kent" Tom explained.
"Right so Sam, are you sure that's it then, there is no chance you can remove the staple and I can walk out of here as if nothing happened" Mr Thompson explained.
"Well you could just keep it in there and walk out like nothing happened because it looks like its lodged in there quite tight and I don't think it will be moving, but you will need to come back for a scan in a few days just to check whether it has moved or not but I don't think it will, if you give me a second to get everything ready I can patch up the entrance wound and you can go home and rest on a much more comfortable bed and then in a few days we can review this with some surgeons to see their view on this" I explained. And Tom's pager went off.
"Do you mind?" He asked.
"No go, Tom. I will be fine if I need you I will come and find you promise" I said smiling and he walked off.
"Right I'll just get the kit" I told Mr Thompson and he nodded. A few minutes later I had walked back in with the kit and set up.
"You and Dr Kent seem close" Mr Thompson said as I started to clean the wound.
"Well he is the father to these" I said placing my spare hand on my bump.
"These? You carrying twins?" He asked.
"Yep, only a month to go" I smiled.
"Congratulations, I bet you both pleased" He said. "By the way I'm sorry about before I didn't mean to make you upset, I should have thought about what I said" He added.
"It's fine, don't worry about it and I'm finished here, I'll just get your discharge forms" I told him standing up.
"Thanks Doc" He smiled. I turned around and suddenly the biggest wave of pain went through my abdomen and I let out a scream in pain.
"Are you alright Doc?" He asked. I was about to get up but it happened again but this time it felt like I wet myself and I looked down and noticed that it was my waters that had broken.
"Pull the emergency switch now" I asked him and he did so getting out of bed and coming over to support me.
"What's happened I thought Sam was in here" Tom said worried running over and then he noticed me bent over in pain.
"It's happening Tom, get me to maternity now" I shouted at him.
"Sam calm down and breath, I get a chair" He said running off. He came back a few seconds after and placed me in the chair with an oxygen mask.
"Mr Thompson, I'll tell Dr Keogh to Discharge you, Thank you so much for your help just then" I said before Tom wheeled me up to maternity… I would be lying if I said I have never been so scared in my life!