I know I have other stories to finish but I had this storyline based on last weeks episode in my head and I will stick to it! I promise! Enjoy this starter chapter!
The familiar surroundings came into view as the taxi pulled up outside the hospital. She had been silent most of the journey and had only said a few words to the taxi driver when she had first stepped into the taxi. After paying the driver the fare she slung her big black holdol over her shoulder and made her way into the Emergency Department, but little did she know that Tom was hot on her heels as soon as he had spotted her getting out of the taxi.
"Sam what's in the bag?" Tom asked almost instantly as he followed her into the staff room, matching her speed.
"It's a load of my stuff that's been gathering at your flat." She replied plainly, not wanting to start any form of argument.
"You snuck in while I wasn't there?" He asked harshly as Sam slung the bag off her shoulder and lifted it up and balanced it on her shoulder. The objects inside were heavy and she was struggling a little to hold it up.
"I didn't want a big drama and I don't want one here." She retorted as she took a deep breath before she lifted the bag up.
"What are you try to say? Sam... Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Tom said trying to make her feel guilty about what she was doing.
"You hit me." She replied shortly, emotion evident in her tone.
"It was an accident! I would never hurt you, I said I was sorry. How many times do I have to say that?" He asked begging her. Gosh he sounded pathetic but he really did mean it. He really did not mean for things to get out of hand like that. As Sam threw the bag up on top of the lockers and Tom didn't look happy but he helped her put the bag up on top of the lockers anyway as he noticed her struggle.
"It's not about that, it's about everything else. The way you are going you could endanger people's lives." Tom scowled at Sam's response. How dare she question his professionalism. She was the one who gave him the drugs in the first place!
"Well if it makes you feel better you hide behind that because you know what I think? You can't cope with me or anyone showing any bit of vulnerability. The tiniest bit of emotion freaks you out." Tom spoke down to her, wanting her to know how much this was hurting him.
"The fact that you can't see how bad this is. That's what freaks me out" She spoke in a cold tone before she made her way swiftly out of the staff room. Before Tom could get the chance to run after her, Fletch entered the staff room, slightly confused after spotting his colleague earlier with her bag of belongings.
No one had seen Sam for a while at the beginning of her shift. The fact of the matter was that she had locked herself away in the toilets. She had made her way to the pharmacy and had bought herself a pregnancy test. She then made her way through to the ladies toilets and had taken the test. The results had shocked her. She was in fact carrying Tom's baby. No one was to find out. Not yet anyway. Not until she decided what she was going to do. How could she be with someone who had assaulted her the week before? How could she allow her unborn child to grow up with a father who was violent?
After emerging from the cubicle, her face red and tear stained, she took a look at herself in the mirror and frowned at the state she found herself in. She was expecting a baby, and was now currently single after her argument and the incident with Tom. How was she going to cope with this on her own. It wasn't as if she had family to turn to for help. For you see, Sam's father had left when she was just five years old, reason unknown to her. Furthermore, her mother had died when she was just sixteen and that's when she decided she would train to be in the army. She had no one to stop her from doing what she wanted and she would achieve her dreams. The whole incident with Tom not knowing his parents had hit home a little. Sam was too young to remember what really happened the day her father left. But for over twenty years, she had never had any form of contact from him. No birthday cards. No letters. Nothing. After composing herself and disposing of the pregnancy test she made her way to the staff room and got herself changed and went out to work.
"Sam are you alright?" Robyn, her cheery colleague asked as she saw the older blonde walk out of the toilets.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just feel a little sick that's all. Dodgy Chinese." Sam lied through the skin of her teeth as she started working on her first patient.
Her shift couldn't have gone any quite frankly. With about an hour to go Sam was ready to snap or rip someone's head off. With Tom constantly watching her and her colleagues asking her if she was okay; especially Fletch, she had had enough. And when Big Mac had told her about her bag falling off the lockers she hoped to God that they hadn't snooped about in her personal belongings.
"Noel are you alright? Do you need me to take a look at your head?" She asked in a hurry as she quickly retrieved her belongings from the staff room floor. "No. I'm fine." Noel got to his feet and picked up a few of Sam's letters and random bits of paper. Before he handed them to her he spotted something. "Nice bank balance.." He stated and Sam shot him a glare. "Err..I didn't mean...sorry..." He muttered apologetically as he handed the bits of paper to Sam and both men left the staff room.
Sam shook her head. How dare they! As she returned to sort out her bag of stuff her eyes scanned the letters and noticed a letter addressed to Tom from the prison. It alarmed her somewhat. She opened the envelope and she read the letter. To her surprise it was from Tom's birth father; Peter.
"I didn't go through your stuff." She sighed slightly. She had decided to confront Tom after reading the letter she had found in her stuff. "They must have got mixed up in my things. I thought maybe, you'd want me to find it?" Sam suggested half-heartedly.
"Why would I want you to find this?" Tom hissed at her.
"Because we're together and when you're with someone this is the kind of stuff you share-"
"I know nothing about the man. You know there's nothing about me or my life!" Tom exclaimed waving the letter about that he had in his hand.
"He's your father and you just found out he's in prison."
"I don't care!" Tom sounded like a stroppy child not getting his own way, and this was evident to Sam.
"Do you know why he's in there?" She asked shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"Sam I have no interest in him whatsoever. Okay?"
"So this hasn't affected you at all? This has no baring on your life?" Sam spoke in a rush, trying to get her point across. Why was he being so difficult?
"No." He answered Sam harshly, looking her in the eye.
"Well you know what Tom? Have a long and hard think about your apparent anger issues and you're priorities because I am not bringing a child up with someone like that." She shook her head furiously as she brushed past him, but Tom grabbed her hand.
"What did you just say?" He asked, his eyes widened with shock.
"You heard me. Do something about it. And fast." She sneered as she yanked her arm away and made her way back into the hospital, wiping her eyes furiously as she tried to stop the tears that were falling. Tom stood there, dumbfounded at the news he had just heard. He was going to be a dad. And he had messed everything up. He knew he needed to get his act together. He was going to visit his father, because it's what Sam wanted. But not only that, but he had to admit it. He was curious about why he was put up for adoption in the first place. As he watched his girlfriend walk back off into the hospital, he walked back in after her a few minutes later.
The shift had gone rather quickly, but her mind drifted often to Tom and her choice of words she had used to break the news to Tom. Why was she so harsh sometimes? Maybe Tom was right. Maybe she was heartless. She was brought back to earth when she felt as if she was about to throw up any second now. She covered her mouth and practically sprinted off to the toilets. Luckily no one she knew was around to see. She would have to get the sickness under control soon, otherwise people would become suspicious and start asking questions. She needed to know where she stood with Tom before making any rash and hurried decisions.
After sorting herself out she got herself changed in the staff room and made her way home, she would collect her stuff the next day. The only things she kept in that bag were her fitness equipment and a few bits and bobs like loose shirts, tracksuit bottoms and other small objects. As she got to the doors of the ED Tom soon caught up with Sam. He had started talking, but Sam wasn't really listening.
"You know if Robyn hadn't done what she did, that kid would have been put into foster care." Tom rambled on.
"Talk to someone else Tom."
"You're right. You're right. I've got to do something." Tom took a gold of her shoulder gently and Sam turned around and looked up to him.
"How much time do we spend together? And you barely mentioned being adopted." Sam asked. Tom scoffed slightly. What kind of a question is that? They spent every minute of the day together and she knew that.
"Cause it's not something I like to dwell on." Tom shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Because you don't care? Or because it's too painful to talk about?"
"I don't know."
"I think you should go see your father."
"I...I can't Sam."
"How else are you going to deal with this?-"
"I don't know!" Tom raised his voice slightly, a wrong move made by him.
"You know I care about you but I cannot carry on like this." She matched his volume but then lowered her tone. "And now we have this baby to think about. I thought you would have considered trying to do something about this and try to make a change." Then she didn't care who heard with her next statement. "You know I was this close to crying at work today. And it's not going to happen again!" She shoved Tom's chest and he moved back slightly. She then stormed off and started the long walk back.
How could he be so selfish? He really had no idea how special he was. His adoptive parents chose him and not a lot of people could do that. He had a father. And a mother. And now. Now he has his birth father. Something Sam didn't have and hasn't had for over twenty years. Her father had missed so much of her life. Passing exams, becoming a doctor, joining the army, her wedding. She knew exactly what she would be doing tonight; crying. Not only over Tom and the fact she was carrying his child, but the fact that her father would also be missing this part of her life too. All of this talk of father's had dug up a piece of Sam's life that she hadn't thought about in so long. Her father, would never get to see what she was up to, unless she did something about it. Maybe she did need Tom after all.
Hope you enjoyed this!