Zoe's POV
"Did you see that?" Zoe questioned Linda
"Yea i did, why did she just ignore you like that?"
"I dunno but I'm gonna find out, what her problem is." Zoe was insistent.
Sam POV
The shift was nothing out of the extraordinary. Just a few drunks, fractures and the odd food poisoning. Except this shift was full of confrontations with Zoe as she continuously questioned my personal life. Watching my every must have thought the hints she kept dropping were subtle, but they weren't! Since Dylan's left there's been tension between us but today, she just pushed it.
After the shift, the majority were going to the pub. I wasn't to keen on joining them at the thought of having to deal with the persistent glares I would receive from Zoe. I ended up gong in the end, not just because Tom is a master of persuasion but I had also heard from Linda that her and zoe were going out anyway. So it didn't take much.
In the pub, I sat round a table with Fletch, Tom, Aoife, Robyn and Jamie. I liked this group of peopl they were always cheerful and full of glee. So when you was feeling crap, which is all the time, they're a good bunch to hang around with. After about 8 rounds of jägermeister, bombs and shots, the 'final four' decided to call it a night. That being me, Tom, Fletch and Aoife.
"Sam why don't you get a taxi home with me." Tom insisted.
"No thank you, I feel in a good mood to walk." She replied drunkenly.
Tom was wary on how she would make it home, as it was slashing down with rain and she struggled to string a sentence together. Knowing Sam would not be persuaded he decided it would be best to walk with her. He regretted this soon after.
Tom POV
The sight of Sam's apartment, was one I wa grateful of. I have never regretted a walk so much in my life. After the horrendous walk, through the middle of a flood, I carried a shivering Sam through the open plan apartment to her bedroom. She looks so grateful to be reunited with her bed, as would I at this moment. I'd love to stay but I know that would over step the mark and make our friendship awkward. I couldn't do that though I could never lose Sam. I love her.
Sam POV
I was ... When I was with Tom, nothing else seemed to matter. No matter how cold I was, he was there to hold me. I wish he could have stayed. I should have asked him, but ... I'm too scared. Instead I'm laying in this enormous bed, with space to fill, being swallowed up by the darkness that surrounds me. I don't like the dark. It doesn't help me sleep. I become annoyed. Stressed even. I must see my surroundings. I need to turn on some light, but I have sinken into the mattress, with no escape. Not knowing what's there lurking in the black, puts pressure on my brain. But I still lay there. Heart pumping. Brain thumping. Waiting on sleep.
I close my eyes I'm there. About 2 miles from Camp Bastion.
There's bodies in front of me I see their faces. I want to help them, but I can't move. I'm stuck. Frozen.
There's three people. Two men and a young woman. She has big soft mint coloured eyes, but small features with a flow of ginger hair to follow. She young, so young. What is she doing here. In a warzone. its not safe. She cant be a soldier. She just a young girl. She's so small. I'm calling at her.
"Hello can you hear me, what's your name."
She didn't respond. Her face pale. Slipping away. Disappearing from my view.
I strain my eyes, as I'm back to reality. In an apartment, on my own , in the dark. No one else around. I'm sweating, exhausted and confused. I look at my surroundings. I tilt my head to look at my phone 5:12 realise I've had just over 2 hours shut eye. As I sit up I feel like head there's a throbbing I my head, it feels like the front half of my head is separating from the rest. Which is probably due to the high amount of alcohol i had consumed hours before. I struggle to deal with the dizziness as a strong wave of nausea overtakes me, I bolt upright and sprint into the en suite.
After 20 minutes of vomiting into the toilet, I now sat a the bottom of it the sickness subsiding, I decide Im too awake to go back to bed so I may as well do something productive now as I have the time. I look for my to do list.
Clean the kitchen
Clean the living room
Tidy the bedroom
Clean the bathroom
Shower
Eat
Run
Get ready for work
Go to work
If anything it was a daily plan. Not a to do list. i had never been one for lists, but I needed this routine, as i had lost it since my departure from the army.I cleaned the already immaculate apartment and showered. By the time this was done, I really wasn't feeling hungry, so I decided to skip that step and go for a longer run. Then after it, I can go. Back to my safe haven, the E.D.