"Sam honey, please wake up. I can't take much more of this. Just open your eyes for me."
Phil Hunter sighed as he looked down at the lifeless form of Samantha Nixon with frustration in his eyes. He had come to St. Hughs hospital to see her everyday since the accident at the station where she had tumbled, head first, down the stairs and slipped into a coma. That was six months ago now and she still showed no signs of coming round but that hadn't stopped Phil from coming to visit everyday. He would sit at the side of her bed, hold her hand and tell her what was new in his life, not knowing if she could hear him or not. He styaed strong for her on the outside but his insides were crumbling.
Phil and Sam had been the perfect couple. They had the same taste, enjoyed the same things but had enough differences to make the relationship last. They were barely seen apart and a month before the accident, Phil had moved into Sams house. Everything had been going so well for them until that day. The cleaner had just finished washing the steps and the floor outside CID but had forgotten to put a notice down resulting in Sam sliding on the slippery floor and tumbling down the stairs.
The doctors had told Phil to prepare for the worst. There was a good chance Sam would never wake up again but Phil had ignored them, telling himself she would be ok. Now, six months later...he was beginning to give up hope...