Well this is my first fanfiction so yeah could be interesting. I am kind of just writing as it goes for now as I'm not sure where this story is headed haha anyway enjoy reading xx
Tears pricked at the back of her big blue eyes clouding her vision. Her head was spinning. Her body shaking uncontrollably and soon enough the four walls of the cubicle merged into one.
Sam's face was burning and she could feel the bruise forming on her already swollen left cheek.
It was so unlike Tom, to have struck her in the face like that, but she had seen it coming from the moment she had tried to remove the Diazapham from his possession.
Sam sat on the white toilet lid her knees pulled up to her chest. She began to finger her yellow stethoscope in an attempt to distract herself from crying, but it was no use.
A tepid drop of salty water rolled down her already burning cheek and dripped off of her chin soaking through the turquoise trousers of her scrubs.
The tears were soon coming thick and fast causing her eyes and cheeks to burn. She was an absolute wreck.
Sam stood up slowly before leaning against the cool tile wall and sinking to the floor her head in her hands...
Hope you enjoyed it, please favourite/follow/review, I don't mind negative comments :)
Kat x