Yeah I know the chapters are a bit short. I'm going to try and make them a tad longer after chapter twelve… I've already written them and everything, but I'll see if I can revise them a bit. This chapter is short I know…

Chapter Five

The next day, Sam was late to work by a half an hour. Not getting much sleep the previous night, she took her time getting ready that morning, dreading going to a hospital she wasn't going to be working at for much longer.

As she walked in, she heard Weaver yell, "Sam, you're thirty minutes late. That's not a good habit to start this early."

Sam sighed; she wouldn't be working there much longer anyways, so she didn't see the point in caring.

Carter noticed Sam walking in, more like dragging herself in. Her first stop was the lounge. Carter put down a chart he had been holding and walked over to the lounge.

When he walked in, she was pouring herself a coffee. Smiling, he walked up beside her. "Morning." He said with a bright smile.

Sam nodded in respond and took a sip. Carter frowned and said, "Bad morning?"

Sam let the warm liquid run down her throat and rubbed her forehead. "More like bad night." She answered.

"What's wrong?"

Sam tried to pull off a smile, but it seemed impossible. "Nothing really. Let's just say its part of my secrets."

Carter nodded, wishing that she trusted him enough to let him help. He had only known her for a day, but she seemed to be carrying a heavy load of secrets with her.

"Well, I guess it's time to get to work." She said with a sigh, then, walked out of the lounge.

Carter walked out behind her. "Carter! We need some help here!" Carter looked and saw a gurney was lifted to the floor coming through the ambulance bay. Carter saw that Sam was putting her coffee down at the front desk to go help, so he did the same.

"What have we got?" He asked.

"Sixty year old woman, with facial injury, chest contusions, and injuries to both her arms."

Sam looked at the patient and cringed slightly. "Can you tell us your name?" She asked.

The patient seemed to be struggling to speak so one of the paramedics that was with them said, "We think her name is Louise."

They wheeled her though to trauma one and Carter started the orders, "Okay, we need to get an air way through her neck going."

Sam went to the tray and quickly grabbed the tube and handed it to Carter. An officer that was assigned to the case walked by Sam and looked at Louise. "Do you think I can ask her a couple of questions?"

Carter was about to insert the tube when Louise seemed to be struggling to breath. "I don't think that's a good idea right now." He said. The officer nodded and moved to the side.

"Sam, can you get suction?" Carter asked.

Sam grabbed suction and began to suction her mouth as Carter tried again to insert the tube. Louise continued to struggle as she tried to get Sam to stop suctioning her mouth. "Stop." Louise managed. Carter gave Sam a look and Sam stopped. "I … was …raped."

Sam froze as Carter quickly inserted the tube. "Suction?" Carter said and he noticed that Sam wasn't moving. "Sam? I need suction." Sam still hadn't moved, Carter sighed and grabbed suction from her and began to suction Louise himself.

After Louise was stable, Carter and Sam left the room. Sam turned towards the window that looked in on Louise and stared in, her eyes blank. Carter walked over to her. "What happened in there?" He asked.

Sam's attention seemed to be brought back and she turned her head and looked at Carter. "Hmm?"

Carter walked closer to her and looked in the trauma room. "What happened in there? You froze."

Sam tensed. "I … uh … I need to get a rape kit…" She stuttered with what she was saying and Carter couldn't make out a single word.

"Let me guess, …" He said, "another one of your secrets?"

Sam opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it, and then nodded dejectedly.