Hi I wan to say a massive thankyou to everyone who reviewed! People seem slightly angry at me for killing Sam off! Sorry I had to. Especially big thank you's to Hermioe Lumos, Samantha-Jude1997, MusicMeansEverything, Kascey, and .11. Super big thanyou's go to EmmaCandlerxxx and Abbe who both decided it would be fun to threaten to hunt me down haha, you do make me laugh haha. Love ya guys xxx
This is set 6 days after Sam's death at her funeral, like I said im really sorry! :'(
The church was filled with people in black clothes holding back tears, some were successful some were not but no-one could blame them for their colleuge was laid in a box, breathing no longer.
As the heavy oak doors creaked open the majority of the church which was filled to the brink, with friends and close colleuge from both the army and the ED, many rose to their feet. Her coffin had a camouflaged pattern which had been chosen by a close colleuge who had flew home from Afghan along with various others who were close to Sam.
Her coffin was carried by Tom who was the front left barer, Lenny was the middle left barer, Nick, stood the back of the coffin on the left. Jeff stood in as the front right barer, Lloyd stood as the middle right barrier, and Dylan stood opposite to Nick as the back right barer. All of which were struggling to hold back tears. They carried the box containing the young woman to the centre of the church and place it down of a podium before taking there seats ready for the ceremony.
"We ready to proceed?" The priest questioned, in which he got a nod from the church." Ok. In the view of our loved one Major Samantha Nicholls's passing, we feel it appropriate to speak memories in which we spent with the deceased. Fist we have Nurse Scarlet Conaway, to speak of her friendship."
"Sam wasn't just a friend, she was like family to me. She was so passionate, she was always putting herself in danger if it meant someone else was out of it!" Scarlet began tearfully, looking around the church in which the service was taking place.
"Defiantly Sam!" Lenny laughed knowing one of Sam's key character traits which was acting out of passion much like himself.
"I remember when she was so brave, and heroic even if she didn't try, she was a hero, not only to herself, but her country and everyone else who had the good fortune to meet her, including me. She's left behind many people who a deeply saddened by her loss, including a young daughter Mya-Becca who nobody knew she had, I wish she hadn't have been so secretive, but then she would've of been the Sam we loved. Our Sam. Rest in piece Sam, we'll look after your little girl, trust me!" Scarlet promised wiping tears from her eyes before taking her seat next to Lloyd and burrowing her head into his shoulder as he place his arm around her shoulder as though to protect her from the loss of her friend.
"Next we hear a jointed speech from Jeff and Dixie Collier, friends of the recently diseased." The priest said rising then returning to his seat to listen to the paramedics speak of their memories of Sam.
"Sam, well where can we start?" Dixie asked rhetorically getting a few half-hearted laughs from the mourning people who sat watching them.
"She was always so happy! She would put herself into danger just to save a patient whether friend or foe, she didn't care, just as long as they were alright, she would help them." Jeff continued from his wife.
"I remember on her first day, well the day before her first day she came into the ED, and ended up coming on a shift with me and Jeffrey in the ambulance, wow that was an eventful day!" She laughed as she recollected the events of that day. "When the mad man ran us off the road, she just kicked the door which was bolted, then persuaded the police to let us use their police car which then meant the survival of our patient." Dixie said fresh tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke about her passed colleuge.
"Sleep tight princess!" Jeff said sadly before stepping down from the podium guiding Dixie as he did so.
"Goodbye sweetheart!" Dixie said before she let Jeff guide her away from the young woman's camouflaged coffin.
"Now we have a speech from Mr Nick Jordan to remind us of the deseeded." The priest said before guiding the clinical lead to the center of the church.
"Dr Nicholls, Sam. She was like my daughter, she always used to get in trouble, a few days before she urm passed, she came into my office and automatically assumed she was in trouble, which she wasn't!" He laughed to himself but the church joined in knowing what Sam was like. "She was a lovely young woman, brave, confident, enthusiastic and till the day she died was self-reliant, and for that she will always be remembered." He finished looking around the church then to Sam's coffin which held her frail body." Sleep tight Sam."
" Now Corporal Ian Dean, to say a few words." The priest said before a man in a military uniform with a beret cramped onto his dark black hair.
"Me and Major Nicholls, served in Afghanistan together for three tours." He began formally, the church concluded they had either not been extremely close or chose out of respect to use her army title, despite her death not occurring in a deployed country. "She was what we called a selfless person, first in to the enemy lines and last out, which was especially dangerous due to the increased chance of a second wave bombing. In my eyes Sam wasn't just a hero to me, she was a hero to many including her country, and herself, and for that I salute her!" He said standing down from the podium heading to his college's coffin removing his beret and saluting her before taking his seat next to several other Army personnel in the near back row.
"And for our final speaker we have Dr Dylan Keogh husband of the deceased who would like to say a few words in memory of the one lost."
"Sam, all I can think of is stubborn as hell." He laughed as did many of the people in the room. "We used to go to the beach in Brighton, her favorite was fish and chips, she always used to get annoyed at me because I put to much vinegar on the chips" He chuckled to himself. "I remember one time, it was in the Winter. Sam made me go into the sea, well more like pushed me into the sea" He said trying to hold back tears.
"That sounds like Sam." Linda muttered half laughing half crying.
"It got late, we were the only ones at the beach as we had been the whole day, she laid on my shoulder and fell asleep, I carried her to the car, but never in my worst nightmare did I imagine that today I would have to carry her in a coffin!" He said unable to hold back the tears any longer, "When she came back from Afghanistan I should've been happy, I should've accepted her so she could've told me I was a Dad, but know! I was to flippin' ignorant. I never got to tell her I loved her" He aid bursting into unstoppable sobs he went to the podium where Sam's coffin laid and kissed it, "Sleep well my love!" He said quietly laying a single rose on top, and returning back to his seat having Linda's arms flung around him as a sign of comfort.
"Now we must bid farewell to one that has been lost." The priest said before all who were carrying Sam's coffin rose to take their familiar places before placing her light coffin onto their shoulders before walking towards the burial ground where their friend would be left. The men carefully lowered the coffin into the prepared hole before taking a step back, to be in line with the rest of the mourners.
"We now place the dirt in which our sister Samantha and us came from many years ago, as we hand her back to the earth to entrust her with the safety of our lord Jesus Christ." The priest handed and handful of dirt to Dylan who then scattered it onto his wives coffin which laid lonely in the ground. Tears slipped even heavily out of his eyes as he said his final goodbyes to the woman he loved.
"In the midst of the life with are in death.
Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
Amen"
"Dylan im so sorry!" Zoe said coming up behind him and giving him a hug "I speak for the whole department when I say how sorry we are!" Zoe said beginning to cry herself.
"What am I going to do Zoe?" Dylan cried softly.
"You'll figure it out, but in the mean time you cant give up."
"Why? I just want to be with Sam!"
"Remember you have Mya to look after now, she's your and Sam's daughter, Sam wouldn't like to know you just left her daughter alone, now would she?"
"No. I just want Sam back."
"There you go then, if you meet Mya she's just like Sam. Sam will live on in your memory and through Becca. We will all support you but from not own Mya is your legal responsibility do by her what Sam would. For Sam.
In her gravestone it read:
Samantha Nicholls
27th June 1980- 23rd August 2012.
Beloved Mother, Wife and friend.
Lost but never forgotten!
Hope you liked this story as its now over haha. I just want to put it out there that I have never actually attended a funeral so this is probably not what happens, but never mind haha.
So if ya want you can R&R and tell me what ya think. I don't mind :P
If your bored and having nothing else to do you can also read my other story In the shadows if ya want
Until the next time!xx
