Sam sighed as she looked at her watch. It was only 5:03pm. The curtain was still closed around their cubicle. Tom opened his eyes and saw Sam sitting there, bored out of her skull. He shuffled across so that he was half on her bed, half on his and he put his arm around her shoulder.

"It'll all be over soon." Tom whispered as Sam let her head rest on Tom's shoulder.

"Can we come in?" Dixie asked.

"Yeah." Tom replied sleepily.

"Hiya! Sorry we haven't been able to come earlier but we've been on calls all day." Dixie said.

"We're not staying. We just brought you these and we hope you get better soon. Get plenty of rest and make the most of the room service." Jeff joked as he shut the curtain behind him and placed a large card and gift bag on the bed table which also had a stack of new sick bowls on. "I hear you've got the special treatment."

"Well if you call having the cubicle nearest to the toilets special then okay!" Tom joked.

"You alright princess?" Jeff asked as Sam turned on her side snuggled into Tom's chest with her eyes closed.

"Don't touch me." She whispered in her sleep.

"I'll go and get Zoe." Jeff said quietly as he walked out of the cubicle.

"N-no… no. get off of me." Sam murmured as she hugged Tom tighter.

"Sam? Sam can you hear me? Its Tom." Tom said, she was holding Tom as tight as she could and her bump was up against Tom's lower abdomen when Zoe walked in.

"We'll leave you to it." Dixie said softly as she and Jeff walked away.

"Please, stop. Stop it." Sam mumbled as she began hitting Tom in the chest which didn't help his nausea.

"Sam? Sam?" Zoe shouted loudly. "Sam!"

Sam woke up as she hit Tom one last time in his chest. Tom jumped out of her arms and ran into the toilet holding his hand over his mouth. Sam attempted to follow him. "Tom, Tom I'm sorry." Sam shouted.

"No Sam." Zoe said firmly. "Stay here. It's alright, I think you had a nightmare." She whispered.

"But Tom-"

"Tom's fine, he'll be out in a minute." Zoe said to reassure Sam who sat up on the bed and crossed her legs. She sat there for a minute and remembered that she and Tom were both ill and that her baby was fine, she had only had an ultrasound less than an hour ago.

"What happened in the nightmare, Sam?" Zoe asked.

"My waters broke and there was a doctor who was trying to give me a C-section with no anaesthetic. He was just waving a scalpel about in the air." Sam explained quietly. Just as she said that, Fletch opened the curtain and he was taking a pen from behind his ear.

Sam let out an ear piercing scream and scrambled off of the bed, ripped the cannula out of her hand and into the back corner of the cubicle against the wall. She squatted on the floor curled up in a ball and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

Fletch stood there flabbergasted whist Zoe knelt down next to her. "Sam it's only Fletch." Zoe said as she was trying not to laugh because she knew that to Sam, it seemed very real.

"Besides, he's not even a doctor; he's a nurse!." Zoe said snobbishly.

Just as Sam lifted her head out of her knees, a pale Tom came out of the toilets. Sam, who had blood on her scrub shirt and dripping down her arm from the tear the cannula had left in her hand, ran up to Tom and hugged him forcefully.

"Woah! Are you trying to make me vomit again?" He joked as he hugged her back.

"Tom, I'm so so sorry I hit you, I didn't mean it. I'm really sorry please don't leave me." She mumbled into his chest.

"Sam, I'd never leave you." Tom whispered and he nodded at Zoe and Fletch who took it as a cue to leave.

Sam suddenly felt something in her stomach so she let go of Tom and she ran into the ladies. Knowing that there was no one else in there (because they had been cornered off for them two) Tom ran in after Sam. He wanted to hold her hair back for her but she slammed the door shut just in time. By the sounds coming from the cubicle, Tom realised that she wasn't being sick.

After 5 eventful and embarrassingly noisy minutes, Sam walked out and washed her hands thoroughly. She avoided eye contact with Tom and she also avoided looked at her reflection in the mirror because she knew how dreadful she would look.

Tom walked up behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's alright, I've got it too remember." Tom said as he smiled at her. Sam forced a small smile back.

"Come on." Tom said as he put his arm around her shoulder and guided her back to bed. He pulled the bed sheet over Sam who laid on her side and brought her knees as far as she could without squeezing her bump too tightly. "Get some rest." He whispered.

Tom jumped onto his bed and shuffled up behind Sam. He placed his hand on her bump. "I'm sorry I made you ill." Tom whispered in Sam's ear.

"Tom, if I'd have got it from you, I would have been ill at least 24 hours after you and it was nowhere near that long. I got it from one of the kids, not you. Now shut up, I thought you wanted me to sleep." Sam mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Someone's moody." Tom said in a jokey tone.

"That's because that person is pregnant, ill, and trying to sleep next to an annoying idiot." Sam snapped as she pushed a particularly annoying bit of hair behind her ear. As she brought her hand out of the sheet, Tom saw the dried blood on her hand.

"Fletch!" Tom shouted, much to the annoyance of Sam.

"Tom, shut it."

"What can I do for you?" Fletch said cheerfully as he stepped inside the curtain.

"You can piss off." Sam muttered.

"She ripped out her cannula so could you clean her hand up and put the drip in on her other hand please?" Tom asked sweetly.

"One: 'she' has a name, two: she doesn't want a drip, three: Fletch not touching my hand and four: Tom get off of me." Sam snapped as she shrugged Tom's arms off of her.

"Sam you need IV fluid because-" Tom began before being interrupted.

"Oh my god. Will you all shut up!" Sam shouted. She pulled the sheet off of her, jumped off of the bed and she ran as fast as she could with her bump. She flew the curtains opened and walked straight past Fletch, Zoe, Jeff and Dixie before she opened the oncall room and slammed the door behind her.

"Sam! Come back!" Tom shouted. He too jumped out of bed but the sudden movement caused his stomach to churn. He ran into the toilets and projectile vomited into the toilets.

Meanwhile, Sam slammed the door. She sat on the bed and let herself curl up into a ball. She was so tired, weak and upset. Sam was fed up of everything; patients and some of her collegues thought she was incompetent because she was pregnant, she wanted to go home but she couldn't because she wouldn't make the journey in one go and to top it all off, she felt so sick, tired and run down – she hadn't had a good nights sleeps for over a week. She slowly cried herself to sleep under the duvet which was so comforting compared to the thin sheet she had on the hospital bed.

Two minutes later, Tom came out of the toilets. "You alright mate?" Fletch asked as he saw Tom's now even paler, if it was possible, face.

"Where did Sam go?" Tom asked, ignoring what Fletch just said.

"Tom, I think we should let her cool off a bit. Just give her some time. Come on get back into bed." Fletch said softly as he guided Tom back into the bed, and then he pulled the curtain back round.

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