Two.
Freddie was at the nurses station, talking to Jane and waiting to get the labs for his patient back when alarms began to go off in the room where Sam was.
He rushed for the room, ignoring Jane's pleas to stop. Sam's pressure was dropping, and her heart was failing. He dropped her bed, and started compressions.
He was pumping her chest when Dr Fielding entered the room.
"Henderson, take over," She ordered, and another intern took over compressions from Freddie, albeit with some difficulty. Freddie was reluctant to put Sam's life in someone else's hands.
"Charge to 360." Freddie said, standing close to the bed.
"Quit hovering." Dr Fielding said. "We have this Benson."
Freddie opened his mouth to reply, but Fielding cut him off.
"Either you shut up, and back off, or you get the hell out of here." She snapped.
"Charged," A nurse said, and Fielding grabbed the paddles.
"Clear," She pressed them to Sam's chest, and the shock caused her petit frame to jump off the bed.
"No change."
"Charge again," Fielding ordered, and the process happened all over again. Freddie stood aside, his fist pressed to his mouth in an effort not give orders. He needed to be here, near Sam.
After a few minutes, Sam's monitor started to bleep, her heart rate returning to normal.
"She's stable,"
Freddie let out a breath, his own heart returning to normal.
The room began to clear, until only Freddie and Dr Fielding remained.
"You have patients," She said pointedly, and Freddie shook himself out of his daze.
"Y-yeah," He started to move away when Dr Fielding stopped him.
"You can't treat any patients like this," She said. "You're on labs for the rest of the day, you can do anything that doesn't involve patients. Got it?"
Freddie nodded. "Yes ma'am."
/
Freddie was sitting in Sam's room, doing paperwork. He was bored out of his mind, but Fielding wouldn't allow him to treat patients again.
He was about to go get some lunch when Sam started to move. She let out a choking sound, her hand clawing at the breathing tube that was down her throat.
"Hey, hey," He leapt from his seat, and rushed to her side. "I'll get that out. Breathe out on the count of three, okay?"
He took off the tape that held it in place, and started to count. "One, two, three."
The tube slid out easily, and Sam started coughing. Freddie yelled out the door, where Jane was standing at the nurses station.
"Get Dr Fielding!"
The dark haired nurse nodded, and Freddie turned back to the groggy Sam.
"Do you know where you are?" He asked.
"Seattle," Her voice was weak. "Why the hell are you here?"
"I live here." Freddie replied. "I work in this hospital Sam."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Her voice was close to sarcastic. "Just what I wanted, getting treated by my ex-husband."
"We're still married," was all Freddie could say before Fielding entered the room.
"Get out." Sam said quietly. "I don't want you here."
Freddie snorted, but held his hands up in defeat when Dr Fielding shot him a look.
"Its not like you have anything to be pissed about," He said as he left. "You're the one who walked out on me."
Sam continued to stare at the ceiling, not reacting to Freddie's parting comment. She barely reacted to anything anyone said or did.
She didn't know if she could react.
/
Freddie slammed his locker shut, causing the entire row to rattle. He was finished his shift, and he hadn't been allowed back into see Sam.
She didn't want him there. That was rich, really. He should be the one who was annoyed with Sam, but no, she was pissed with him.
"Where the hell does she get off?" He said angrily to himself, slinging his bag across his chest. As he spoke, Grace walked into the interns changing room.
"Where does who get off?" Grace inquired, opening her locker. It was next to Freddie's, and as she opened it she noticed all her stuff had fallen out of place-n something that can only happen if the lockers are moved.
Freddie leaned against his locker, sighing. "Sam. She told me to get out of her hospital room today."
"Maybe she was embarrassed," Grace suggested.
"Of what?"
"She might feel vulnerable, you know because she's in hospital." Grace explained her theory.
"You know what?" Freddie's voice was hard, and cold. "That is exactly what she is like. The stubborn bitch."
Grace couldn't help but flinch slightly as Freddie called Sam a bitch.
He ran his hands through his hair. "I didn't mean that. I'm just sick of her trying to be the strong one. She's always been like this,"
"Some people are just like that." Grace pulled her scrubs over her head, and grabbed her t-shirt. "They don't like to let people know how they feel."
"We got married Grace," Freddie said quietly. "If you marry someone, you're supposed to leave them in."
"I'm not Sam," Grace tied the buttons of her jeans. "I can't answer your questions."
"I'm sorry," Freddie stood up properly, the metal of the locker had begun to dig into his back. "Sorry for dumping this all on you."
Grace flashed him a brilliant white smile. "What are friends for?"
Freddie returned the smile, and turned to leave.
"Wait a second," Grace said, shoving her feet into her shoes. "I'm almost ready, I'm your lift home remember?"
Freddie shook his head. "Nah, I'm okay. Leave without me."
"Aren't you going home?" Grace asked, checking her bag to make sure she had her wallet, and her pager.
"I am," Freddie nodded. "I just need the walk. Have to clear my head a bit,"
"Well, ring me if you need a ride." Grace said, and she began to walk to the entrance of the hospital, and the car park beyond.
Freddie on the other hand headed back where Sam's room was. It was a subconscious detour, because he didn't realize that was where he was going until he saw Jane sitting at the nurse station.
"You getting off?" Jane smiled at him.
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "How is she? Sam I mean?"
"Stable," Jane nodded. "And that's all I can really say. She hasn't spoken to anyone since she woke up, she hasn't gotten any stronger, but she hasn't crashed again."
"That's good." Freddie nodded. "Thanks Jane,"
"No problem Freddie. Go home and get some rest," She said, fixing a few charts back into place.
"I will," Freddie started to leave, only pausing to look in at Sam. He didn't venture into her room, he figured he'd wait until tomorrow to try talk to her, but he looked at her.
Sam looked across at him, and for a brief second their eyes met. Even through the cuts, and bruises, Freddie could clearly see Sam's bright blue eyes, but they were lifeless.
She turned away from him, and Freddie lingered for a few seconds more before walking away. He left the bustling hospital, and into the dark, cool Seattle night.
He couldn't get Sam's eyes out of his head. They used to be full of laughter, excitement, and sparkle. What had happened to take that away from her?
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Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, alerts and favourites! You're all awesome :3 I might get another update done tomorrow, but my mocks start on Monday, so updates will be scattered. If any.
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