'Hey Princess' Jeff said as he noticed that Sam's eyes were opening, it took Sam a moment to realise that she was on the floor.

'What happened?' Sam asked,

'You collapsed, and hit your head on the railing here, one of the hotel cleaners found you on the floor in lift.' said Dixie. As the lift barrier had a bit of blood on.

"Well that explains the headache than" Sam replied.

"We've contacted Tom. He's going to meet us at the ED." Dixie informed Sam. Sam groaned at this. Knowing that Tom would fuss over her, and make sure that every test was possibly made.

"I'm fine really" Sam said stubbornly.

"That head wound is going to need gluing and we need to know why you collapsed, so we'll be the judge of that" Jeff told her. Again Sam groaned. She was not looking forward to heading to her former workplace. Never mind as a patient.

It wasn't long before Sam was bundled into the back of the ambulance, Jeff was driving so it left Dixie in the back with Sam.

"You know this is totally a waste of time. I'm fine. It's not like I've never fainted before" Sam grumbled. Not realising she'd landed herself in it.

"This has happened before?" Dixie asked raising an eyebrow, which confirmed Sam's suspicions that Dixie had caught on with what she'd said.

"A few times' Sam admitted, 'but I haven't had one for years' Sam added hoping that would help her case.

"And when was the last one?" Dixie asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.

"When I was fifteen, I blacked out' Sam informed her.

"And what usually causes these blackouts?" Dixie asked.

"It's just stress" Sam told her.

And before Dixie could answer her, the ambulance arrived outside the E.D to an awaiting Zoe, and from what Sam could see fletch. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough. As Jeff got out the front and opened the door.

"Sam Nicholls. Collapsed in hotel lift, possibly KO'd but briefly, Laceration to back of head. BP 60 over 100' Jeff informed Zoe and Fletch.

"I'm perfectly fine' Sam tried to protest as she got to her feet all too quickly and the room began to spin, thankfully Zoe and Jamie were there to guide her back to the wheelchair.

"and lets get a CT scan sorted, just to be on the safe side" Zoe asked as Sam was wheeled to a rather private room, knowing her friend well enough, she knew Sam wouldn't appreciate to be stuck in cubicles for all former colleagues to see.

Meanwhile Tom headed inside the E.D and over to reception to the desk to someone who wasn't noel or Louise.

"I had a call from Dixie. My fiancé has been brought in" Tom told the lady.

"What's the name please?" she asked

Tom rolled his eyes, had this been Louise or Noel. He wouldn't have to give her this information.

"Sam Nicholls. 28, date of birth 12th august, 1985" Tom sighed as he gave the details. Before he spotted Charlie.

"Charlie, do you know where Sam is?" he asked.

"I think she's in cubicles" Charlie said before Tom noticing Jamie.

"After Sam?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah" Tom answered

"She's waiting for a ct scan, and have Mr Carlson check her over" Jamie informed Tom.

"I'd rather it was Zoe' Tom told Jamie, not really knowing this Mr Carlson very much, and he also knew that Zoe wouldn't miss a thing.

"Ahh but Mr. Carlson is a neurosurgeon and neuron consultant, so it really is his department" Jamie informed Tom before heading him to the room that Sam was on and opened the door.

"Thank god your okay" Tom sighed. As he noticed Sam.

"I'm fine, really" Sam tried to tell him.

"You look it" Tom told her sarcastically.

And before Sam could say anything more on the matter the door opened to reveal a young man no older than thirty.

"Sam Nicholls is it? I'm Doctor Carlson. I believe you collapsed in a lift?" Mr Carlson asked.

"Yes that is correct," Sam told him.

"Right I'm going to ask you to follow my pen in a moment, but has anything like this ever happened before?" Mr Carlson asked before pulling out his pen torch.

"No" Sam lied.

"Okay then, so I just want you to follow my pen for me" Mr Carlson said, once he was done with that

"Have you a headache. Blurred vision, nausea?" Mr Carlson asked as he checked Sam's notes.

"I do have a bit of a headache" Sam told him.

"And how would you describe the pain between 1 and 10. 10 being the worst pain you've ever felt and 1 being hardly anything' Mr. Carlson asked.

"At the moment. I'd say 7" Sam told him admittedly.

"Okay then we'll have this wound stitched and we'll have you sent for that CT scan, just to be on the safe side. And that we haven't missed anything.' Mr. Carlson said before he turned to face Jamie.

"Give her five of morphine for the headache and can we have that wound stitched?" he asked Jamie. Jamie nodded.

"I'll be back after your CT with your results" Mr. Carlson said leaving the room. And leaving Tom and Sam in a rather deafening silence.