Okay, the second part, sorry it's so late, been without Internet for a few days :O this time it's from Sam's point of view. Please read and review, it makes me so happy :) enjoy...
Sam would never admit it to anyone, especially not Tom, but she needs him now, more than ever, but he's lying in the bed in front of her with machines breathing for him. She wishes that someone, anyone, else was lying there, because then at least she'd have Tom with her. She misses him so much, even though it's only been one day. At the moment, it's four in the morning, but Sam has vowed not to sleep until Tom wakes; she knows he will, and she knows that if she sleeps, that will be when he wakes up, and she needs to be there for him, to say how sorry she is.
"Tom," she whispers. "Tom, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about this morning." It hardly seems fair that she is sitting there, almost unscathed, while he lies in coma, and all because she was too stubborn and too proud to concede, and to forgive him, because he'd had every right to be angry. She has to tell him these things now, because she would never let him hear her say them when he was actually listening.
"Tom, I never told you how much I love you and need you, but I really need you now, so wake up, please just wake up." She is on the verge of tears, but she's too exhausted. She suspects that someone from the ED who is working the night shift will come up and visit her in the Intensive Care Unit, and she'll be rude to them, like she was to Fletch earlier, because she is tired, tense, and terrified.
Deep down, she is scared, although she won't let herself believe it, that he won't wake up. And what will she do then?
"I never told you about the time I thought I was pregnant, did I?" Sam murmurs. "I didn't tell you because I was, well, petrified and I was so not ready, but I knew that you'd be so disappointed if I didn't want it, so I couldn't even tell you. I wish I had, Tom. I promise that when you're back, we'll start a family, get married, I know you want to," she smiles weakly. "I love you, Tom." She can't keep her eyes open any longer, and before she realises what is happening, she has drifted off into a restless sleep in the chair beside his bed.
Someone is shaking her. She groans. She has forgotten what has happened, and her back aches from being hunched in the plastic white chair. Then she remembers. She looks up. Zoe is standing next to her, a concerned look on her face.
"Oh God, why did they let me sleep?!" Sam cries. She looks at Tom, still with all the tubes in him, and the steady beep, beep, beep of his heart on the monitor, and knows nothing has changed, but she still hates herself for falling asleep.
"Sam, from what I've heard, if you had stayed awake any longer, you probably would have nearly died," Zoe says, shaking her head. "It's okay, you know, to sleep, to sort yourself out. Go home, have a shower, eat something, change your clothes. Tom won't mind if you're not here if-" she catches the look on Sam's face and corrects herself.
"-When he wakes up." She hands Sam the coffee that she had originally come up here to give her.
Sam shakes her head. "I can't," she says weakly.
"Sam, if you don't, we'll end up admitting you, and then you won't be able to see him at all. Go on, it won't take long. I'll stay here if you like,"
Sam thinks about it. She's too tired to argue, so she reluctantly gets up and leaves the room.
Sam returns to the hospital, feeling mildly better than she had before. She rushes up to intensive care, where Zoe is sitting, talking to one of the nurses. Zoe looks worried. Sam hurries over to stand by the bed, kissing Tom as best she can around the tubes. Zoe stands up to leave; she's got work to do, but as she is about the go, she hesitates in the doorway.
"Sam, what are you going to do, if the worst happens?" She asks softly.
"It won't," Sam replies stubbornly. She doesn't need to say anymore. Zoe sighs and exits, closing the door behind her.
Sam turns back to Tom.
"Please, Tom, you have to wake up. Come on!" she yells, hitting his chest. Tears leak out of her eyes. Suddenly, she's losing it, in a big way, and she's hardly coherent as she screams angry, chaotic words at him. She cries and cries, and then she loses the energy completely. She sobs, her head on his chest, just waiting for him to sit up and comfort her, like he has every other time she needed him. She loves him so much.
"Tom, please, I love you, I need you," she whispers(?).
And then, amazingly, she feels something move under her head. She brings her head up, and sees his chest convulsing. His body tries to cough, and his eyes open, he starts to remove the tube from his mouth; he seems to be able to breathe for himself. Sam watches, stunned, all her medical training forgotten.
"Sam," he says hoarsely.
"Hello," she says, crying again, but this time from dazed joy. "Welcome back."