Persuasion

He ruffled his hair even more so now he resembled a startled cat. He bit his teeth hard into his lip and drew blood as the words in front of him slurred and merged into one another.

"Sam?"

He raised his head. Annie was calling across from the other side of the room. He could barely recognise that it was her talking to him, his eyes losing focus everytime he blinked as he replied quickly. No one ever cares. No one even notices.

"Sam?" she repeated. The words seemed to ring in his head. A monotonous sound that made little sense to him. "You alright?" she asked sweetly. Sam licked his lips, all feeling gone in them. He tasted blood. Wiping it away with the sleeve of his shirt he pressed his other hand into his head as hard as he could trying to make the pain that was just behind his eyes disappear. Not succeeding and transforming everything his left eye saw into small black blobs, he decided to leave.

"I… I've got to go. Tell Gene he can fuck off. I don't care, no one cares so why should I?" and with that left the office without another look back.

Sam. He was sick of his own name by this point. He had got home, barely, and fallen onto his bed, only to hear the same beeping from the hospital equipment. The doctors had recently apologised to him saying that they'd given him an overdose of some powerful drug and he should be experiencing some deadly effects.

"Gee, thanks for telling me," Sam had shouted, rubbing his forehead and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Guv," Annie began, she knocked on the door. Gene looked up from his usual morning coffee and sighed.

"What now Cartwright? Don't tell me, you've broken a nail." Annie shot him a devilish look.

"No Guv, it's Sam. There's something wrong, he's just left." Gene sighed and slammed his cup on the table.

"What the hell is up with your boyfriend now?"

When Annie and Gene reached Sam's place they noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

"What's he done?" Gene asked, leaning on the door and opening it wider. Sam was seen stripped down to his waist moon walking across the room.

Billie Jean's not my lover,

She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son.

Gene covered his mouth, unable to keep a straight face at the sight in front of him.

"Oi, fairy feet, you actually going to come back and do your job?" Sam spun around, staring Gene hard in the face but not recognising him.

"Do I know you?" he asked. Gene sighed and grabbed his arm.

"Get dressed now and come to work."

"Hey!" shouted Sam. "You're not taking me anywhere. I'm a policeman if you didn't know," he brushed Gene off him.

"Really?" asked Gene sarcastically.

"Yes," replied Sam triumphantly. "I am."

"Well then Mr. Policeman, why don't you come back to the station and do some policing?" Sam looked into Gene's eyes, completely baffled.

"But I'm on holiday." Annie sighed and whispered in Gene's ear.

"There's something wrong, haven't you noticed, he doesn't know who you are. I think he's hallucinating." Gene grinned.

"Ah, that's what it is; I thought he was just coming on to me."

I'm just a Love Machine
Feeding my fantasy
Give me a kiss or three & I'm fine
I need a squeeze a day
'Stead of this negligee
What will the neighbours say this time

"Really?" Gene smirked. "I might actually take you up on that offer one day." Annie hit him with a pillow. "What?" he moaned gently. "I'm just lightening the mood." Annie had decided to play mother, shoving a t-shirt on Sam and tucking him into bed. Currently she was sitting on the edge of his bed stroking his head. "Everyday you dote him more and more. You do it too much."

"Do what?" asked Annie innocently, leaving Sam to get some rest by himself. "Lets go, we've got a job to do, apparently."