The next day, Tuesday, 10am
Sam was taking deep breaths to fight the discomfort in her bowels. She was leaning against the sink in the staff toilets at work when she was interrupted by Zoe. Her constipation was becoming more and more unbearable so to Sam, the idea of giving herself an enema was becoming more and more appealing despite how disgusting and uncomfortable it could be.
"Sam you okay?" Zoe asked. The pregnant doctor looked distressed as she leant on the sinks for support.
"Yeah I um... Actually, can I go home?" Sam asked. That was it, she was gonna get the equipment and do got herself.
"Why? what's wrong? Is it the baby? Do you want me to check you over?" Zoe asked worriedly.
"It's not the baby Zoe." Sam stated.
"Well what's wrong? Do you want me to get Tom?"
"No no... Please can I go home?" Sam pleaded as she clenched her hands on the sink making her knuckles go white.
"You can, if you tell me what's wrong." Zoe stated.
"Zoe please. Look at me, I just want to go home." Sam pleaded. Zoe was confused, as far as Zoe knew, Sam's bladder condition didn't causes any pain and she couldn't work out what was wrong. "I'll be in tomorrow I just need to go home and rest." She added.
"Okay, you can go home." Zoe sighed. The usually strong and brave doctor in front of ever obviously wasn't well. "Do you want me to tell Tom?
"No. Well actually, yeah but just say I feel sick so I wanna rest, don't let him come after me." Sam replied.
"Okay, go on, off you go." Zoe said before locking herself in a cubicle. Sam didn't need to be told twice as she quickly headed for the store room to get what she needed for an enema. After placing the items in a pharmacy bag, Sam quickly got her things from her locked and after waving down a taxi, she headed home.
Sam was lying on her side on towels on the bathroom floor as she let the fluids enter her bowels via a small tube. Finally, she thought, she was going to get her constipation problem sorted. She was still experiencing some cramping so every now and then she would curl up a little but she noticed that it was getting worse and worse.
"Zoe, where's Sam?" Tom asked after coming out of resus.
"Um, I sent her home. She wasn't feeling well." Zoe replied.
"Wh- and she didn't tell me?" Tom queried.
"She didn't want you to worry I guess." Zoe replied before walking off. Worry. Why would Tom worry about Sam if she 'wasn't feeling well'. He picked up his phone and rung her number, only to find it went straight to voicemail. He knew her phone had charge because he had taken it off of charge that very morning for her. He quickly put his phone away and chased after Zoe.
"Zoe, Sam's really unwell I need to go." Tom said, he was slightly out of breath.
"Why? What's wrong with her?" Zoe asked worriedly.
"She just, she needs me. Please Zoe. I need to go." Tom pleaded.
"Fine." Zoe huffed and Tom didn't even bother to get changed. He had his keys and phone in his pocket so he just ran outside to his car, jumped in it and sped off to their flat.
"Aah." Sam groaned as another cramp over took her, each one more painful than the last. Something wasn't right, she thought. She was sure she wasn't supposed to be in this much pain so she started panicking and getting upset. Suddenly, Sam heard the front door slam and she immediately became silent.
"Sam? Sam?" She heard her fiancé shout. He then banged on the bathroom door after searching the flat. "Sam, come on open up please." Tom pleaded. Sam looked up and realised that she hadn't locked the door but luckily all of he he fluids had gone in from the bag so she took the small tube out of her, pulled her trousers and and moved against the door but before she was in place Tom tried to open the door.
"Sam-"
"No Tom please, please don't come in." Sam cried as she tried to push the door closed again.
"Sam what's wrong? I'm worried about you." Tom said.
"It didn't work." Sam sobbed as she pushed the door completely shut because Tom let go.
"What didn't work Sam?" Tom asked concernedly. "Sam have you taken something?"
"No." Sam shouted.
"Well what didn't work?"
"The enema." Sam sobbed quietly.
"Okay, what do you mean it didn't work?" Tom asked as he he tried to open the door again but Sam was holding it shut.
"It's given me cramps." She muttered.
"Sam that can happen sometimes just stop what you're doing now and it'll be okay." Tom said kindly as he tried to calm her down.
"I can't I've already done it." She stated as. She sniffed and wiped her tears away but they kept on falling.
"Right... Well just open the door and-"
"No please don't come in." Sam pleaded as she held the door firmly shut.
"Right well Sam I can't help you if I don't know what you've done." Tom stated.
"I've done it right; the normal way." Sam said quietly.
"How?"
"I got the equipment from work." Sam admitted.
"Oh god. Sam please open the door." Tom pleaded.
"No it might work any minute now." Sam sobbed.
"And if it does I'll get out- I promise I will." Tom said softly was he wished that she would open the door. After a few moments, Tom heard the handle twist and Sam slowly opened the door. Tom stepped forward and hugged her. "How long ago did you finish?" Tom asked as he rubbed his hand up and down Sam's back.
"Two minutes ago." Sam mumbled as she buried her head in his chest.
"Right well it can take up to fifteen minutes so we'll just have to wait. I take it you're constipated still." Tom assumed.
"The iron tablets they... They're horrible. They make it even worse and the stool softeners don't work." Sam said as she began crying again, Tom shushed her and kept hold of his fiancé to calm her down.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tom asked once her breathing had slowed down.
"Because there's nothing I can do other than an enema and I'd rather you didn't know I was having one." Sam stated as she pulled away and brushed the hair out of her tear stained face.
"Yeah but I'd rather you have someone do it for you that's trained in giving enemas." Tom smirked.
"I know how to do one." Sam stated.
"Yeah but you obviously didn't know everything because you thought it had gone wrong because you were cramping." Tom stated.
"Please don't be mad, I'm sorry." Sam pleaded.
"Sam don't be sorry just don't do it again." Tom laughed slightly.
"I won't I promise." Sam said as she walked up to Tom again because she wanted another hug.
"Oh god your hormones are all over the place arent they?" Tom joked as he pulled Sam into a warm hug.
"Mmhhmm." Sam mumbled softly as she smiled into his chest.
After a few minutes of hugging, Sam felt that she would finally be able to empty her bowels without straining too hard- a feeling that she hadn't felt since Friday and it was Tuesday.
"Tom can you get out please and don't wait outside the door please." Sam pleaded.
"I won't, I'll be in the living room downstairs. Just gimme a shout if you want me." Tom smiled after giving her a peck on the forehead.
"Tom go. Now." Sam ordered.
"I'm going!" Tom laughed as he put his hands up in the air and walked out. Sam quickly shut the door before she pulled down her trousers and sat on the toilet.
15 minutes later
Tom was sitting on the sofa with the TV on to drown out any noises coming from the ensuite bathroom. He glanced on the table in front of him and saw a Chinese menu. He fancied a takeaway for dinner later that day but considering enemas could make Sam's digestive system a little sensitive for a few hours, he decided not to for the sake of his fiancé.
Sam made no noise as she walked, with her usual silent, light steps despite being 20 weeks pregnant, and then sat on the sofa next to Tom.
"You alright now?" Tom asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"I feel really weepy like I'm gonna cry." Sam admitted.
"Well cry then, I'm not gonna tell anyone." Tom smiled. Sam didn't reply, she just buried her face on Tom's chest in his jumper which smelt like Tom; a warm, rich smell that she adored which was why she liked to spray his aftershave on her pillow when he was on a night shift. Otherwise she would miss him too much.
Tom could tell that she was crying because he heard her sniffle every now and then. He couldn't believe he was marrying the woman that was sobbing on his chest in just three days time. He was finally going to settle down with the woman of his dreams along with having a wonderful honey moon, and then they would hopefully come home to a beautiful new house. He was sure he wouldn't be disappointed because fletch had his credit card for money and pretty much everything had been planned by Tom. He trusted fletch to do a great job.
Thanks for reading, I probably won't update much this weekend because I'm going to France with the school. Yippee! I might be able to update tomorrow morning, but if not, I'll probably update on Sunday evening.
The next chapter will be their wedding (which is going to be a surprise to Sam until the very last minute) and they will set off for their honey moon, but Tom won't tell her where they're going!
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