Yup...so this is Room At The Inn - mark 2, because I re-read the original and decided it was awful! Erm hopefully I'll get round to updating it soon - sorry if I don't XD
So enjoy - and PLEASE review!
Hallow X
Maddy glared openly at the TV. "AW! Come on – what a fix! Jessie so should have won!" She clicked the remote indignantly and the screen blacked out. "Bloody public."
The young doctor slid from her sofa, still grumbling and ramming her small feet into her fluffy slippers, shuffled into the kitchen.
Sighing, she refilled the kettle and lent her weight against the counter top. Nothing seemed to be going right at the moment, forced with the realisation that she was still very much in love with Dan, her cosy life suddenly seemed a whole lot less colourful. Not only that but she'd completely embarrassed herself by spending virtually a whole day crying to Kyla and to of all people Linden Cullen.
Torn away from her thoughts by the shrilling of her door bell, she jumped and scolded herself on the hot kettle. "Damn. Damn. Damn…Sam?"
Through the small window in her porch, the young doctor could just make out Sam Stracen on the other side, staring dolefully at her through the glass and waving a bottle of wine enticingly under his chin.
"Sam?"
"Surprise!" Came the muffled reply through the door.
"Hold on a sec'!" After fumbling furiously with the lock for a couple of moments, which seemed to be designed to keep people in rather than out, she pulled it open to reveal her slightly intoxicated friend on the other side.
"What are you doing here?"
Sam shrugged. "Can't I come and see my best colleague every now and again?"
"Aren't you looking after Grace tonight?" Frowning, Maddy lent forward and the recoiled when the strong smell of whiskey meeting her nostrils.
"Are you going to let me in then?" Sighing, Maddy shuffled aside allowing him to wobble past her.
For a second they were both silent except for the occasional dramatic sniff from Sam who was staring dejectedly at the worn rug beneath his feet, tears threatening to slip down his cheeks.
"Connie said I wasn't fit to look after a boiled egg, let alone my own daughter."
The young doctor sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Was this before or after you tried to bury your problems in a whiskey bottle?"
Sam's lip wobbled under Maddy's stern glare for a minute and then her looked up gloomily and gave a wan smile.
"Maddy?"
"Sam?"
"Can I have a hug?"
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Maddy stirred to the sounds of her TV announcing it was 11pm.
"Ugh! What' beepin'?" Sam grunted, eyes still clamped shut.
Glancing up from her position on his chest Maddy grinned despite herself. "I guess your staying the night."
"Guess so."
Sam opened one eye groggily. "Don't suppose you've got any aspirin?"