Thanks to mimiam for inspiring me to write. I hope you like it! Enjoy!
~Kirsty
Sam stirred to the roar of the neighbourhood dogs, after yet another restless night. Staring over to her alarm clock it read 6:15. The alarm should have gone off by now as the shift starts at 7. As she walked into the bathroom she caught a glimpse of the reflection that was staring back her. The person in front of her looked vulnerable, weak and exhausted. This wasn't her.
After a quick change Sam decided to run to work as It would wake her up, despite the rain that lashed down outside and the fact that she was already running late.
People would think she was crazy but in her head rain was the best running weather. Whenever people would as her "why do you run?" she would simply reply with " i like to run because it gives you the feeling of freedom and its the easiest way to push yourself. " But its not that I has never been that she must run to be seen as strong woman when on the inside she feels like sitting down in a corner and crying but she doesn't understand why.
Its now 6:30 that gives her 20 minutes to run the 3.5 mile route to work. Running through the forestry, as it'd be the easier route today, due to the weather. The rain fell through gaps in the tree canopy as she ran. Looking through the tree canopy she slipped over a bail of moist leaves, causing her to tumble down the slope beside her.
As she became aware to her surroundings again she realised the dirt that now clung to her clothes. Sure she was definitely gonna be late for work now she immediately got back up and back on route to the ED, despite the possible injuries.
It only took her a further 10 minutes to arrive at the ed. during that time she had come to the conclusion that the tumble had caused no more than bruises, but choose not to look at injuries a it would make her more aware of them.
It was ten past seven when she finally enters the staffroom, she rushes through the door. As she does so, Dylan also rushes through this causes her to smash her side on the frame. She feels the need to scream in pain but manages to challenge the hurt from her bruises into a small wince.
This got a raised eyebrow from a concerned Zoe and a confused look from the Liverpudlian Linda who were both chatting about men over a cup of tea like a pair of old women down the bingo. "are you okay Sam?" the two women questioned. She didn't feel the need to respond to their questioning instead she quickly grabbed her scrubs and went into the changing room.
In the changing room Sam done a quick examination of her torso. She was right. Nothing more than bruises. She would survive.
She would normally get changed in the staff room but knew she would get unnecessary questions about the array of bruises that she now knows already scattere her torso. Sam knew she couldn't have a cup of tea as her shift had already started so headed straight into the rush if the emergency department.