A/N So this story reached 100 reviews... I mean wow! Thank you so much guys, however this may be my last chapter. I might do a epilogue but if I don't, I would like to give everyone a massive thank you for reading! THANK YOU! :)

It had been 3 weeks since Tom and Sam had spoken, he hadn't seen his children since Jamie was discharged from hospital. Sam avoided him at work and Zoe often tried to keep them on separate shifts. However every time Sam saw Tom he looked worse. He looked like he wasn't sleeping, and he had lost a lot of weight in a few weeks. Something was not right.

Sam thought it was about time she stopped ignoring him, she could clearly see how much it was effecting him but she didn't know the full extent.

Tom had not been sleeping because of nightmares he kept having about Jamie and Amelia dying because of him, he hadn't been eating because he felt sick the entire time for no reason. Not only that he kept having panic attacks because he was scared that patients would start dying because he thought he would miss a sign or symptom like he did with Jamie. Tom would just sleep anytime when he was not work.

One day at work, Sam and Tom were on the same shift when they were forced to care for a patient together. It was a child, a boy of Jamie's age. Sam kept staring at Tom because he seemed zoned out, like he wasn't himself. Sam thought he didn't look well

" Tom, are you okay?" He looked like he was going to collapse. Sam didn't get a reply, Tom sprinted out of the room and ran towards the men's toilet. Sam called over Zoe to watch her patient while she chased Tom. She stopped before the toilet door shouting for anyone inside to make a noise. There was no sound so she carried on and opened the door.

As the door squeaked open, Sam was shocked to see Tom crouched in the corner of room, finding it hard to breathe. Sam approached him carefully, she didn't know how he would react but as she closer the quicker his breathing became. Sam sat on the floor with Tom placing her hands on his shoulders.

" Listen Tom your having a panic attack, I want you to take deep breaths." Tom started to breathe more deeply and eventually his breathing slowed back to normal.
"Tom have you had a panic attack before?" Tom nodded.
" Lots of times, ever since you left." Sam felt bad he was in this state because of her.
" Why do you have them?"
" I'm so scared I'm going to mess up again like I did with Jamie. He could of died. Today, that boy, reminded me of Jamie and how scared I am of everything now, and it just set me off."

This was Sam's fault she should of never left him, she regretted ignoring him the last few weeks and just wished she could be back in his arms. The last 3 weeks had taught her that she couldn't live without Tom and he couldn't live without Sam otherwise they would just go into melt down.

" Tom, I'm sorry. Sorry for ignoring you. Sorry for letting you get into this state. Just sorry for everything but I was scared too you know, for Jamie. For his life." Tom looked into Sam's eyes, he didn't need to say anything, she knew. Tom didn't waste time and immediately cuddled Sam. He refused to let go, scared it was another one of his nightmares.

Suddenly, the pair were interrupted by the bathroom door slamming open.
" Well nice to see you lot are finally back together, but if you wouldn't mind a man needs to pee here and well I wouldn't want to do it in the presence of a such beautiful lady such as yourself Sam." Sam laughed.
" Watch it Fletch, you would think your after my wife." Tom said jokily. He then smiled at Sam for the first time in weeks. His panic attack had passed and he felt a lot better. Tom and Sam got off the floor and exited the bathroom, their hands together.
" You know Fletch is a right about one thing, you are very beautiful." No more words were needed as Tom and Sam kissed on the lips, heading back to their family life together.