To his enormous relief, her eye lids began to flutter open, and she just gazed up at him; however it was not the romantic moment that it should have been, as Sam didn't appear to have a clue what was going on. Her face was a picture of confusion.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked in a befuddled manner, squinting through a combination of blurry vision and one hell of a headache. She could remember roughly what had happened, but as far as she could recall, he was not there originally; she was scared, she thought that she must be insane or something.
"I came to give you a message from theatre" Dylan said "but I came in here and found you like this, and they wouldn't let me leave, so...hello" he added, being his usual outlandish self.
The situation in Resus was particularly peculiar, Scarlett and Lloyd were constructing a barricade, and the two attackers were just stood there watching Tess and Dylan- who were kneeling next to the still horizontal Sam. They were not even paying any attention to the man they had come for originally, who was just laid there , looking terrified .Had anybody been paying attention and not had their backs to the doors, they would have noticed a security worker walking past, and briefly looking inside. However the security wasn't very good, this particular officer had other things on his mind and did not want to be there, so he just quickly glanced and didn't notice anything was wrong, somehow he didn't notice the makeshift barricade or the predicament of the staff. After all he was just supposed to make sure that there was no disturbance in Resus, which there did not seem to be.
"Do you have any pain in your neck?" He asked Sam.
"Erm, no" Sam said, still confused
"Well, better safe than sorry I guess" Dylan said "could you please support her neck for me?" he asked Tess. To which he got a nod from Tess, who then leaned in and held her neck steady gently.
"Tess, can you please explain the nature of her injury?" Dylan asked, wanting to know exactly where, how hard and in what manner Sam had been hit- facts like that could be imperative in the successful treatment of a head injury.
"Well he hit her on-"Tess began before Sam butted in.
"I can talk for myself you know, let's just say he has one hell of a right hook, uppercut combo."
"Ha, thanks babe" the guy that hit her said, obviously flattered and taking the opportunity to brag to his little friend "I box" he added with a self satisfied smile and nod, obviously feeling the need to elaborate. How he could be so calm in such a situation amazed everybody, even his accomplice who looked more than a little tense.
This news did not please Dylan, she had been hit twice, so there was even more chance of damage to the brain, and the fact that he had obviously had experience and had successfully knocked her out, meant that he must have used a lot of force. He was worried because she had been out for 5 minutes, that meant this was a serious head injury, and he couldn't help but worry that if something bad should happen, she would not get the help in which she would be in desperate need, because they were trapped in here and he couldn't see them letting her out for any reason.
Snapping out of his thinking, he continued to try and treat Sam and keep positive.
"Come on then" Dylan said as he reached under her legs and around her back, clearly with the intention of carrying her to the nearest bed.
"Oh no you don't! Hey, you move me and you're in big trouble" Sam threatened - which secretly pleased Dylan because she was acting like her usual self.
"Would you like to stay on the floor? I have to check you out; you have had a nasty bump on the head, so stop moaning constantly!" Dylan said- his words forceful but his tone and expression showing he was instead being caring.
"I can walk" Sam retaliated defiantly, although she was not being entirely truthful, she still felt a bit fuzzy and she felt very unsafe. After all she had just been unconscious, and waking up was never pleasant, especially when you got a huge surprise.
"Hey, you dare touch me and I will file assault char-" Sam ranted, eventually giving up when she felt herself being lifted.
Kicking her legs Sam said "put me down!"
"Do you want me to drop you?" Dylan asked firmly, walking towards the nearest bed.
She eventually conceded and tucked her head as close to his chest as she could. She could smell his smell and hear his heartbeat.
She wasn't going to admit it, but she liked it- she really did; although she couldn't show any weakness, especially in front of him.
She was upset when they eventually reached the bed and he ever so gently laid her down on it, before switching into doctor mode.
Reaching, into the front pocket on his shirt, he pulled out his pen torch and carefully proceeded to lift her eyelids and check her pupil dilation.
"Sam, this isn't going to work if you keep rolling your eyes" Dylan sighed
"Fine" Sam said, and kept still. She was trying to put on a front that she didn't care, but she did. This was just such a surreal situation to be in. She had actually been knocked out, then come round to find Dylan. And now she was trapped in here with him- and some psychopaths, who obviously didn't like her; but she was certain would get on just fine with Dylan they were most likely on the same wavelength as him.
Much to the relief of Dylan and Tess, her pupils were dilating equally, which was a good sign but that still didn't mean there was nothing wrong.
Sam hated this; this was being prodded and poked by Tess, who was checking her blood pressure and so on. She hated being the centre of attention, and that was definitely what she was now. She was being occasionally glanced at worriedly by Scarlett and Lloyd who were still pushing things in front of the doors. The attackers were looking at her, as were Tess and Dylan. Even the patient was!
Dylan was really annoying Sam now, he was trying to establish her GCS and to do this he had to ask her a range of stupid questions.
"What is your name?"
"Which one?"
"What on earth do you mean?" Dylan sighed impatiently .
"Well, let's see then I have: Samantha Nicholls, Samantha Keogh, Dr Nicholls and Major Nicholls are just some of my favourites, although I also have..."
"Ok ok, fine- I get the point" He said, accepting that she knew her name.
He then proceeded to ask her other questions, for which she also provided equally witty answers.
Luckily she had still answered them all correctly.
Sam had put up with Tess' constant poking, but drew the line at her trying to attach various machines to her, and then an oxygen mask!
"No, I am fine, please just leave me alone" Sam said, sounding angry, which she then felt guilty about: it wasn't Tess' fault.
"Sam" Dylan warned, as if she was a child.
"Oh come on! I am in no need of any of this, just leave me alone, I am not a child" she sulked
"Now you really are acting like a child" he replied
Sam just sighed, and nodded at Tess when she looked questionably at her, her eyes asking-is it ok if I do this?
"Look Sam, we are only trying to help and whereas I do understand that this situation is somewhat surreal, we are medical professionals and so it is our job to help the injured, which is exactly what we are doing." He explained, being unusually compassionate.
"I am not injured" she insisted, although she knew it was a lie." Why don't you help Ben?"
"Ben?" Dylan asked, worried that she was disorientated.
"The young patient over there, who we were treating, before we were so RUDELY interrupted." Tess informed him, with emphasis on the word rudely, as she glared at the two men, who she obviously didn't like.
"Oh" was all he said, he had to admit it- he had been so focused on Sam that he had hardly noticed anything else, but he was comforted and forgave himself when a quick glance at the patient and his vitals showed he was fine, if a little tachycardic, but hey- he reckoned everybody in the room must be.
"Ok, then if you are not injured, what would you do if a young female came in here and said that she had been hit twice in the head and then been unconscious for around 5 minutes?" Dylan asked, hoping to get her to see sense by appealing to her professionalism.
Sam said nothing, just squirmed in the bed, obviously uncomfortable at the attention.
However, she was not uncomfortable for long, as various machines began to make horrible noises, and the attention was shifted from her to Ben , who was now fitting.
